Sonnet – To Science

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

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