Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “Sonnet — to Science” (Text-04b), in “The Island of the Fay,” Graham's Magazine, vol. 18, no. 6, June 1841, p. 253


[page 253, unnumbered:]

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 be [[he]] soared with an undaunted wing?

Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?

And driven the Hamadryad from the wood?

Hast thou not spoilt a story in each star?

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood?

The elfin from the grass? — the dainty fay,

The witch, the sprite, the goblin — where are they? Anon.



This version appears at the beginning of Poe's plate article The Island of the Fay.


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