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WHY JESUS WEPT. 
Whispers and yells, 
Alight in my breast. 
God !  for the spells 
That unseal men — a rest ! 
No higher ?  I have climbed 
This pinnacled steep. 
It mocks me, this heaven 
Of thine, Adonai ! 
Rather be limed 
In the dusk, in the deep, 
Seven times seven 
Thy hells, O Jehovah ! 
I tune the great Name 
To a million vowels : — 
It escapes me, the flame ! 
But deep in my bowels 
Growls the deep lust, 
The bitter distrust, 
The icy fear, 
The cruel thought ! 
O !  I am here — 
And here is nought. 
I must rave on. 
I hate the sun. 
Anon !  Anon ! 
Let us both begone, 
Thou fiend that pourest 
One by one 
These evil words