What things I have missed today, <br />I know very well, <br />But the seeing of them <br />each new time is miracle. <br />Nothing between Bredon and <br />Dursley has <br />Any day yesterday’s precise <br />unpraisèd grace. <br />The changed light, <br />or curve changed mistily, <br />Coppice, now bold cut, <br />yesterday’s mystery. <br />A sense of mornings, once seen, <br />for ever gone, <br />Its own for ever: alive, dead, <br />and my possession.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-lost/
