To my revenge, and to her desp'rate feares, Flie thou made Bubble of my sighs, and tears. In the wild aire, when thou hast rowl'd about, And (like a blasting Planet) found her out; Stoop, mount, passe by to take her eye, then glare Like to a dreadfull comet in the Aire: Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sight, For thy revenge to be most opposite; Then like a Globe, or Ball of Wild-fire, flie, And break thy self in shivers on her eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE |