"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."

©Emily Dickinson