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?
Edgar Allan Poe's 1820 Sonnet to Science, a poetic push back against the coming progress of the industrial revolution and a Romantic reaction to the naturalism of Enlightenment thinkers.
Poe was wrong, though. In understanding the natural world, we do not prey upon the poet’s heart and we do not drive away goddesses and muses. We only make them richer, and more real.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me.
All opinions are not equal. Some are a very great deal more robust, sophisticated and well supported in logic and argument than others.