"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/
