Why Jesus Wept

56 WHY JESUS WEPT. ANGELA. Ah, Percy, bend you over me ! Bend deep ! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love ! Bend close ! Fill me, thy golden rose, With dew of thy dear kisses ! SIR PERCY. Ay, again ! Love, love, these raptures are like springtide rain Nesting among green leaves. ANGELA. The Lady of Love weaves Fresh nets of gossamer for thee and me. O take not back thy lips, even to sing ! SIR PERCY. Come, rich, come overrolling ecstasy ! I am like to die with joy of everything. ANGELA. Die, then, and kiss me dead ! SIR PERCY. I die ! I die ! ANGELA. Thy flower-life is shed Into eternity, A waveless lake.