EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNET-TO SCIENCE Science, true daughter of Old Time thou art! Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car, And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? 5 ΙΟ |