"Arcturus" is his other name

I slew a worm the other day —

A "Savant" passing by

Murmured "Resurgam" — "Centipede"!

"Oh Lord — how frail are we"!

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.

What if the poles should frisk about

And stand upon their heads!

I hope I'm ready for "the worst" —

Whatever prank betides!

Perhaps the "Kingdom of Heaven's" changed —

I hope the "Children" there Won't be "new fashioned" when I come —

And laugh at me — and stare —

I hope the Father in the skies

Will lift his little girl —

Old fashioned — naught — everything —

Over the stile of "Pearl."