This Youth, O Science

This youth, O Science, he knoweth more than thee,
He knoweth that life is sweet,
But thou, thou knowest not ever a Sweet.
Tear me, I pray thee, this Flower of Sweetness-of-Life petal from petal, number me the pistils, and above all, above all, dear Science, find me the ovary thereof, and the seeds in the ovary, and save me these.Thou canst not.