1829 | Baltimore

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Edgar Allen Poe laments the march of science.

Science! True daughter of Old Time thou art!
    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
    Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? Or how deem thee wise,
    Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
    Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?
    And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
    Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

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Edgar Allan Poe

"Sonnet—To Science.” Born the son of two actors in Boston in 1809, Poe entered the University of Virginia in 1826, but gambling debts prompted him to abandon his studies after eleven months. After inviting his own expulsion from West Point, obtaining and then losing his editorship of the Southern Literary Messenger, and marrying his thirteen-year-old cousin, he published “The Fall of the House of Usher” in 1839, “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” in 1841, and “The Raven” in 1845.