The mind of Emily Dickinson has the power of a microscope. By this great light upon our minds Italicized, as 'twere. The mass of science, hinted by the half discoveries of his age, was so enormous that Donne's mind could not put it in order. How thou did'st die, nor how thou was't begot. And yet one watches, starves, freezes and sweats, To know but Catechisms and Alphabets.
Science is lamented and deplored by contemporary romanticists.
Varieties of Metaphysical Verse, 1456-1928 . Covici Friede Publishers, 1929.