22 lines
854 B
Plaintext
22 lines
854 B
Plaintext
1829
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SONNET- TO SCIENCE
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
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Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
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Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
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Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
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How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
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Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
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To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
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Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
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Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
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And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
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To seek a shelter in some happier star?
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Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
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The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
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The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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-THE END-
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