Edgar Allan Poe(1809–1849)
Sonnet-To Science
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities
How should he love thee or how deem thee wise
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing
Hast thou not dragged Diana1 from her car
And driven the Hamadryad 2 from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star
Hast thou not torn the Naiad 0 from her flood,nymph
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree3
1829, 1845