NATURE
Until we met the solid town,No man he seemed to know;And bowing with a mighty lookAt me, the sea withdrew.
XX
ARCTURUS is his other name, —I’d rather call him star!It’s so unkind of scienceTo go and interfere!
I pull a flower from the woods, —A monster with a glassComputes the stamens in a breath,And has her in a class.
Whereas I took the butterflyAforetime in my hat,He sits erect in cabinets,The clover-bells forgot.
What once was heaven, is zenith now.Where I proposed to goWhen time’s brief masquerade was done,Is mapped, and charted too!
What if the poles should frisk aboutAnd stand upon their heads!I hope I’m ready for the worst,Whatever prank betides!
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