Go on, fair Science; soon to thee
Shall Nature yield her idle boast;
Her vulgar fingers formed a tree,
But thou hast trained it to a post.
'The meeting of the Dryads' (1830), Poems (1891)
Go on, fair Science; soon to thee
Shall Nature yield her idle boast;
Her vulgar fingers formed a tree,
But thou hast trained it to a post.
'The meeting of the Dryads' (1830), Poems (1891)