Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 21 O waters elf-haunted, Bear me toward her, A cruel marauder, A robber of light ! O beauty ! O bright ! How shall I sing thee ? Nay ! do not fly me ! My bird, why wing thee ? Be kind ! O be nigh me ! She speaks not. I’ll follow ! Leaps from boat and wades in to shore. The world is my bower. By height and by hollow I’ll seek thee, O flower ! I’ll not turn back ! He pursues her. I’ll go on for ever. The strength of a giant Is in my limbs — He reels. My body is slack ; My muscles sever ; My limbs are pliant; My eyesight swims. Come to me ! Come to me ! Thee have I sought ! Thou that wast dumb to me, Come — I am nought ! Striving ever to follow her, he faints and falls. The girl stops.