Poemsby Emily Dickinson

A Syllable


If the foolish call them 'flowers,'
  Need the wiser tell?
If the savans 'classify' them,
  It is just as well!
Those who read the Revelations
  Must not criticise
Those who read the same edition
  With beclouded eyes!
Could we stand with that old Moses
  Canaan denied, —
Scan, like him, the stately landscape
  On the other side, —
Doubtless we should deem superfluous
  Many sciences
Not pursued by learnèd angels
  In scholastic skies!
Low amid that glad _Belles lettres_
  Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies,
  At that grand 'Right hand'!