Poem: The Secret

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

The Secret

 Some things that fly there be, - Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy.  Some things that stay there be, - Grief, hills, eternity: Nor this behooveth me.  There are, that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the riddle lies!