Emily Dickinson

A Science So The Savants Say

poem 100

A science so the Savants say, Comparative Anatomy By which a single bone Is made a secret to unfold Of some rare tenant of the mold, Else perished in the stone So to the eye prospective led, This meekest flower of the mead Upon a winter’s day, Stands representative in gold Of Rose and Lily, manifold, And countless Butterfly!

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