Interregnum

Some things that fly there be-
Birds-Hours-the Bumblebee-
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!

Some things that fly there be (89), by Emily Dickinson