Poemsby Emily Dickinson


 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'!