Emily Dickinson - A science — so the Savants say lyrics

100 A science — so the Savants say "Comparative Anatomy" By which a single bone Is made a secret to unfold Of some rare tenant of the mold Else perished in the stone So to the eye prospective led This meekest flower of the mead Upon a winter's day Stands representative in gold Of Rose and Lily, manifold And countless bu*terfly!