Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 15 SCENE IV ANGELA, LADY BAIRD, regarding herself in a mirror. I thank you, M. Davenport ! This smile Is worth a husband. Here, one touch of pink Completes a perfect picture — Are these eyes Dark eno’ to look love or sin, and large (O Atropine !) to beam forth innocence ? Innocence, a grim jest for sixty years ! Nay, sixty-three ; I lie not to myself ; Else one sins lying ; this is virtue mixed, A bubbling draught that soon lies still and flat ; While my great lust runs deep and dark, nor changes For all that time can do. What of this boy ? I knew his father ; the man feared me well For all his open laugher ; would he were Alive ! I dream one torture writhed about His heart he’ll miss in hell. I hated him. This boy of his I saw but yesterday Ride barehead by me like a madman would, Is strong and well-set — aye ! desirable. I would be better of his virgin lips : — She puts her lips against the mirror. (Nay, you are cold ! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force