How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, by Emily Dickinson
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye --
Members of the Invisible, Existing, while we stare, In Leagueless Opportunity, O'ertakenless, as the Air --
Why didn't we detain Them? The Heavens with a smile, Sweep by our disappointed Heads Without a syllable --
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