Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1949)
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all
things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose
wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not
leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
And driven the
Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn
the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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