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.’
