404 <br /> <br />How many Flowers fail in Wood— <br />Or perish from the Hill— <br />Without the privilege to know <br />That they are Beautiful— <br /> <br />How many cast a nameless Pod <br />Upon the nearest Breeze— <br />Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight— <br />It bear to Other Eyes—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-many-flowers-fail-in-wood/
