To Ridgely Torrence <br />On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides' <br /> <br /> <br />I often see flowers from a passing car <br />That are gone before I can tell what they are. <br /> <br />I want to get out of the train and go back <br />To see what they were beside the track. <br /> <br />I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't; <br />Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt-- <br /> <br />Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth-- <br />Not lupine living on sand and drouth. <br /> <br />Was something brushed across my mind <br />That no one on earth will ever find? <br /> <br />Heaven gives it glimpses only to those <br />Not in position to look too close.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-passing-glimpse/
