WHY JESUS WEPT 
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In my ear, in my heart ! 
Here on the summit 
The air is too thin. 
Wild as the winds 
Let me ride !  Let me start 
Over the plains ; 
For here my brain’s 
Numb, it is dumb, it 
Is torn by this passion. 
Down !  Eagle-fashion 
Drive to the level ! 
Teeth !  you may gnash on ! 
My body’s anguish 
Is help to my soul. 
Hail to the revel ! 
The dance of the devil, 
The rhythms that languish, 
The rhymes that roll ! 
Down like the swine 
Of the gross Gadarene 
In a maddening march 
From the snow to the rock, 
From the rock to the pine, 
From the pine to the larch, 
From the tree to the green ! 
He leaps down, then pauses. 
 
O Devil !  to mock 
With echo the roar 
Of a young boy’s spirit !