Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 29 My limbs are pliant ; Sage, to confusion ! My eyesight swims. Problems to solve? Come tome! Come tome! Here is my life! Thee have I sought ! My secret is told— Thou that wast dumb to me, What is your name, Come—I am nought ! O fairest of women? [Striving ever to follow her, he Bosom of gold! faints and falls, The girl Faultless your fame ! stops. An aeon were shame Your beauty to hymn in! MOLLY. Will you be mine, Dear me! The young gentleman’s ill ae and aed only | . a 3eauty divine, too, Whata nice boy it is! I must go and How I was lonely! help him. Why did he call to me? (Goes How L w He back.) I was afraid—Yes, but I must go. ow & Was mac Le: . Say, are you glad, Something calls me. Is anything the Glad of me, happy here matter, sir? (He does not answer. She lifts Here in m week his head to her lap.) Wow paleheis! Poor I kiss vou 7 kiss ou! boy! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, Sa nee , lise ~ y I wonder? (Puts him cently down and half G Ys 3 Ss you . . Spirit of holiness? vases. His eyes open.) , Holy I hold you! Swift as a rapier Sir PERCY. Stabbed me your charms, Oh! I am but a coward. I am not il, Broken with lowliness, Iwas awake. I let you hold me. Forgive Smitten with rapture :— me! Allis so mixed ; All is a whirl ;— MOLLY. (et me recapture Forgive you, sir? Iam a poor girl of the This lock 5 °tis unfixed.) dale. Ay, little girl, Bury my head Sir PERcy. In the scent of your hair ! Your voice is like an empress—no, a Would I were dead nightingale. You do not speak like a In your arms ever fair, daleswoman. suried and folded For aye on your breast :— MOLLY. That were delight, I was at school, sir, at Kternity moulded In form of your kiss! That were the rest Sir PERCY. I have sought for, the bliss O but I love you! T have ached to obtain :— There is none above you, Ah?! it was pain! Not God! I renounce Thee, O maker! Dissolve, Moy. Ye hopes of delusion ! Ay! sir, but can you love me? Me, poor Mage, I will trounce thee! girl!