Why Jesus Wept

14 WHY JESUS WEPT. His dreams are made of ! Aye ! I shall endure ! I am destined Lord of many magic wills. Another Rosencreutz another order Founds — to a better end than his, be sure ! Away ! away, my lad ! and o’er the border I shall get myself a buxom bride, And ride — ride — ride ! He rises. Ride to the blacksmith at Gretna Green, Kiss a fair lady and find her a queen ! O a Queen, for certain ! It is I that ride, Ride in my youth and pride. With a long sword girt to my waist, And a strawberry mare sweet-paced, And a long night with no moon, no star ! I will plunder the traveller from afar ; — Aye ! and find him an ancient sage, Learn all his wisdom, marry his daughter, Become a king and a mage, Lord of Fire, Earth, Air, and Water ! Ho ! my horse, lads ! Away ! To the moor ! Ho ! there’s a fox i’ the hole, that’s sure. Flings swaggering out of the room.