Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 41 bones shall auche sair wi’ sorrow ! Weel, weel, it’s an ill warld after a’ ! Greumoch wad be slow wi’ sic ill news, an’ she wull maun haste. Weel, weel ! Exit hastily. SCENE VII MOLLY, outside Tyson’s Cottage. Moonrise. MOLLY TYSON. O there is edged the waning moon Out of the hollow of Sty Head Pass ! Gable is grander for the gloom. Lingmell is silver ! Ah, the bloom Of the rose of night ; oh, dulcet tune Of the dew falling on the grass ! I am the veritable Queen Of Night : my king is hither bound. A moment and he comes — oh, breast ! Heave if thou wilt ! — such stir is rest. He comes, ah ! steals to me unseen. The trees are high, the shades profound. Together over moor and lake ! Together over scaur and fell !