A POEM

Restless Soul,

will you be still? will you be calm? and hold your will? Your will to lovo

and to possess

I cannot tame you,

Soul, unless

You hold your passion

Raving, wild,

And hide it

Deep within.

BIOCHEMIST TO HIS LOVE

O Maid with lustrous soulful eyo That beguiloth overy passerby

Alas, for all thy beauty's worth,

Composed thou are of common earth:

H20, and soda-brine,

Anions, cations all entwined!

0 Form of lithesome winsom way

Wrapped in mirth and laughter gay

Alas, for all thy wile and art

of atoms made! and in part Of random charge and whirl and spin Of mosons going out and in.

But whether atoms, else thou be

A combine strange enough for me,

I marvol for all eternity

The Miracle that compocos theo!

Audrey Kern

Barbara Stephens

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