A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say


A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy"—
By which a single bone—
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone—

So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter's day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

..............wonderful theme....excellent poem ★
......wonderful theme, excellent poem ★
To each his or own :) Beauty is different to all of us.