100 <br /> <br />A science—so the Savants say, <br />"Comparative Anatomy"— <br />By which a single bone— <br />Is made a secret to unfold <br />Of some rare tenant of the mold, <br />Else perished in the stone— <br /> <br />So to the eye prospective led, <br />This meekest flower of the mead <br />Upon a winter's day, <br />Stands representative in gold <br />Of Rose and Lily, manifold, <br />And countless Butterfly!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-science-mdash-so-the-savants-say/