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From the "Minor Poems" we quote a
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SONNET — TO SCIENCE.
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art,
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why prey'st 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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In
speaking of this sonnet and the preceding extract, John Neal says: "And
again the old-fashioned truth and strength of the following! -- Of a
truth, we ought to overlook much in one capable of so much simplicity
and power." [[. . . .]
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