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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!
A Science—so The Savants Say
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: butterfly, flower, rose, winter, single, gold, secret, bone, stone, Valentine's Day, mold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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