A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick

118. 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!