Emily Dickinson — How noteless Men and Pleiads stand

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