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