Emily Dickinson

A science - so the Savants say

100 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!