THE CHEMIST’S LOVE-SONG
My love’s deep purple wondrous eyes
Would melt a saint, howe’er obdurate ;
Their gorgeous colour even vies
With cuprammonium cyanurate.
As beauteous as the acetate
Of tri-methyl-ros-aniline,
Or ferric chloride made to mate
With di-hydroxy-toluene.
Her hair the gorgeous golden hue
That is so marked in isatin,
Or the sulphonic acid, too,
Of naphthol-diazo-benzene.
Her cheeks approach the lovely shade
Of tetra-brom-fluorescein,
Or that of alkalies displayed
On exquisite phenol-phthalein.
And my desire for her is more
Than that of meta-ethylene-
Benzoyl-tri-methy]l-pheny]-chlor-
Di-8-nitro-toluene
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