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.

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.

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.

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.