ONLY the chemist can tell, and not always the chemist, What will result from compounding Fluids or solids. And who can tell How men and women will interact On each other, or what children will result? There were Benjamin Pantier and his wife, Good in themselves, but evil toward each other: He oxygen, she hydrogen, Their son, a devastating fire. I Trainor, the druggist, a mixer of chemicals, Killed while making an experiment, Lived unwedded. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD WRITTEN IN BUTLER'S SERMONS by MATTHEW ARNOLD VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING IS NOT THE ASH by MARVIN BARRETT |