SONNET -- TO SCIENCE

SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.

Why

preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

How

should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thous not torn the Naiad from her flood,

The

Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

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