THE BUBBLE: A SONG


To my revenge, and to her desperate fears,
Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears!
In the wild air, when thou hast roll’d about,
And, like a blasting planet, found her out;
Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye then glare
Like to a dreadful comet in the air:
Next, when thou dost perceive her fixed sight
For thy revenge to be most opposite,
Then, like a globe, or ball of wild-fire, fly,
And break thyself in shivers on her eye!


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THE BUBBLE: A SONG