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