Emily Dickinson
A science — so the Savants say
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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!