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SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
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Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
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Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
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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
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Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
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And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
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To seek a shelter in some happier star?
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Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
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The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
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The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - JHW11, 1911] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Sonnet -- To Science (ed. J. H. Whitty, 1911)