Arcturus is his other name I’d rather call him Star. It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day A Savant passing by Murmured Resurgam Centipede! &q uot;Oh Lord how frail are we! I pull a flower from the woods A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath And has her in a class! Whereas I took the Butterfly Aforetime in my hat He sits erect in Cabinets The Clover bells forgot. What once was Heaven Is Zenith now Where I proposed to go When Time’s brief masquerade was done Is mapped and charted too. What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I’m ready for the worst Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the Kingdom of Heaven’s changed I hope the Children there Won’t be new fashioned when I come And laugh at me and stare I hope the Father in the skies Will lift his little girl Old fashioned naught everything Over the stile of Pearl.