Why Jesus Wept

2 WHY JESUS WEPT. Discharged his faithful poltergeist, Gave up attempts to say The Name, Ananda Maitriya became, By yellow robes allured, enticed ; Leaving me all alone to shame The cunning missionary game ; And, by bad critics topped and sliced, Put the ky-bosh on Jesus Christ. I sing a tale of modern life (Suited for reading to my wife) Of how Sir Percy Percivale Grew from a boy into a man ; Well ware of every metric plan A bard may dream, a rhymester scrawl, Avoiding with deliberate “ Damn ! ” (Ut supra) In Memoriam ; For such suggestion would suffice To turn your blood to smoke or ice, Dismissing with a hearty curse Eunuch psychology, pimp verse. Moreover, lest my metre move From year to year in one dull groove, Invention, hear me ! Strange device Hatch from this egg a cocatrice Of novel style, that you who read The Sword of Song—(your poor, poor head !) Shall stand amazed (at the new note Flung faultless from this trembling throat)