978 <br /> <br />It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon— <br />The Flower—distinct and Red— <br />I, passing, thought another Noon <br />Another in its stead <br /> <br />Will equal glow, and thought no More <br />But came another Day <br />To find the Species disappeared— <br />The Same Locality— <br /> <br />The Sun in place—no other fraud <br />On Nature's perfect Sum— <br />Had I but lingered Yesterday— <br />Was my retrieveless blame— <br /> <br />Much Flowers of this and further Zones <br />Have perished in my Hands <br />For seeking its Resemblance— <br />But unapproached it stands— <br /> <br />The single Flower of the Earth <br />That I, in passing by <br />Unconscious was—Great Nature's Face <br />Passed infinite by Me—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-bloomed-and-dropt-a-single-noon/
