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...THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB |