"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."
