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'Arcturus' is his other name-
I'd rather call him 'Star.'
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day-
A 'Savant' passing by
Murmured 'Resurgam'-'Centipede'!
'Oh Lord-how frail are we'!
I pull a flower from the woods-
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath-
And has her in a 'class'!
Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat-
He sits erect in 'Cabinets'-
The Clover bells forgot.
What once was 'Heaven'
Is 'Zenith' now-
Where I proposed to go
When Time's brief masquerade was done
Is mapped and charted too.
What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I'm ready for 'the worst'-
Whatever prank betides!
Perhaps the 'Kingdom of Heaven's' changed-
I hope the 'Children' there Won't be 'new fashioned' when I come-
And laugh at me-and stare-
I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl-
Old fashioned-naught-everything-
Over the stile of 'Pearl.'
'arcturus' Is His Other Name
Emily Dickinson
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