Science! meet daughter of old Time thou art,

Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes!

Why prey'st thou thus upon the poet's heart,

Vulture! whose wings are dull realities!

How should he love thee, or how deem thee wise,

Who would'st not leave him in his wandering,

To seek for treasure in the jewell'd skies,

Albeit he soar with an undaunted wing?

Hast thou not dragg'd Diana from her car,

And driv’n the Hamadryad from the wood

To seek a shelter in some happier star?

The gentle Naiad from her fountain flood?

The elfin from the green grass? and from me

The summer dream beneath the shrubbery?

E. A. P.