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 136 POEMS.

XX.

OLD-FASHIONED.

A RCTURUS is his other name, I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere!

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!