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"Arcturus" is his other name

“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”!
“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.”


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Poem "Arcturus" is his other name - Emily Dickinson