When I was reading Emily Dickinson's book in the Third Wave Coffee House, Crossword Bookstore(Mumbai), I came across a poem about science that I adored. 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!
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