Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/A science—so the savants say,

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(With a Daisy)

A science—so the savants say,"Comparative Anatomy",By which a single boneIs made a secret to unfoldOf some rare tenant of the moldElse perished in the stone.So to the eye prospective ledThis meekest flower of the mead,Upon a winter's day,Stands representative in goldOf rose and lily, marigoldAnd countless butterfly!
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