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