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!

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 100. A science -- so the Savants say,
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Sep 27 2003

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