I'le sail upon the Dog-Star, and then persue the Morning; I'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon, but I'le make her leave her Horning. I'le climb the frosty Mountain, and there I'le coyn the Weather; I'le tear the Rain-bow from the Sky, and tye both ends together. The Stars pluck from their Orbs too, and crowd them in my Budget; and whether I'm a roaring Boy, let all the Nation judge it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |