Emily Dickinson — It bloomed and dropt a Single Noon

978 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