It Bloomed and Dropt, a Single Noon, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Bloomed and Dropt, a Single Noon

978

It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon—

The Flower—distinct and Red—

I, passing, thought another Noon

Another in its stead

Will equal glow, and thought no More

But came another Day

To find the Species disappeared—

The Same Locality—

The Sun in place—no other fraud

On Nature’s perfect Sum—

Had I but lingered Yesterday—

Was my retrieveless blame—

Much Flowers of this and further Zones

Have perished in my Hands

For seeking its Resemblance—

But unapproached it stands—

The single Flower of the Earth

That I, in passing by

Unconscious was—Great Nature’s Face

Passed infinite by Me—

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