NATURE: XX. OLD-FASHIONED [Second Series]

Second Series [Series 2], poem(s) by Emily Dickinson
III. NATURE - XX. OLD-FASHIONED
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________________________________________________ NATURE: XX. OLD-FASHIONED Arcturus is his other name, -- I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! 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, naughty, everything, -- Over the stile of pearl! Content of NATURE: XX. OLD-FASHIONED [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: Second Series [Series 2]] Read next: III. NATURE#XXI. A TEMPEST Read previous: III. NATURE#XIX. BY THE SEA Table of content of Second Series [Series 2] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Second Series [Series 2], poem(s) by Emily Dickinson