If from man's vile arts I flee And at the pump drink water free, Observe what happens unto me! I gulp down infusoriæ And quarts of raw bacteria And hideous rotatoriæ And wriggling polygastricæ And slimy diatomaceæ And hard-shelled ophryocercinæ And double-barrelled colpodæ, Non-loricated amboedæ, And assorted animalcula, Of middle, high, and low degree. For when it comes to adulteration Of every sort and kind and station Dame Nature just beats all creation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |