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Collected Works (Vol. III)
Collected Works (Vol. III) (1907), PDF p. 31
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WHY JESUS WEPT 25
A turbulent flood
Whispers and yells,
Alight in my breast.
God ! for the spells
That unseal men—a rest !
No higher? I have climbed
This pinnacled steep.
It mocks me, this heaven
Of thine, Adonai !
Rather be limed
In the dusk, in the deep,
Seven times seven
Thy hells, O Jehovah !
I tune the great Name
To a million vowels :—
It escapes me, the flame !
But deep in my bowels
Growls the deep lust,
The bitter distrust,
The icy fear,
The cruel thought !
O! Iam here—
And here is nought.
I must rave on.
I hate the sun.
Anon! Anon!
Let us both begone,
Thou fiend that pourest
One by one
These evil words
In my ear, in my heart !
Here on the summit
The air is too thin.
Wild as the winds
Let me ride! Let me start
Over the plains ;
For here my brain’s
Numb, it is dumb, it
Is torn by this passion.
Down! Eagle-fashion
Drive to the level!
Teeth ! you may gnash on !
My body’s anguish
Is help to my soul.
Hail to the revel !
The dance of the devil,
The rhythms that languish,
The rhymes that roll!
Down like the swine
Of the gross Gadarene
In a maddening march
From the snow to the rock,
From the rock to the pine,
From the pine to the larch,
From the tree to the green !
[He leaps down, then pauses.
O Devil! To mock
With echo the roar
Of a young boy’s spirit !
And yet (as before)
I know I inherit
The wit of the mage,
The blood of the king,
The age of the sage !
Ah! all these sting
Through me—this rage
Is the strength of my blood,
The heat of my body,
The birth of my wit.
To hell with the flood
Of words! Were I God, he
Had made me as fit
For all things as now,
But added a brow
Cool—O how cool !
Fool ! Fool! Fool!
LWith a terrible laugh he springs
out of sight down the crags.
SCENE III.
SIR PERCY PERCIVALE (zx the Hall),
O the gloom of these distasteful tomes !
The horror of the secrets here discovered !
Awake, ye salamandrines;! sleep, ye
gnomes !
Were those the sylphs that round me
hovered
On the mountain, and destroyed my peace?
O the misery of this world ; the fear
And folly that is unattained desire !
I would be master; I, the lord of Greece;
1 The spirits of fire, air, water, and earth
were respectively named salamanders (fem.
-drines), sylphs, undines, and gnomes.
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