She fears not me -- Neither my thunder, Nor my lightning, startles her To make surrender. But when my friend In Heaven makes thunder, Her spirit breaks, and turns To fear and wonder. Lightning and thunder, Give her no rest: Bring her head back again, Back to my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. THE PILGRIM SOUL by MATHILDE BLIND SONNET ON LIFE by BROOKE BOOTHBY HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH AT THE PLAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |