Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 19 Of the Screes shall forsake Her home for desire Of me ! Say the spell ! Down then ! to drive — He dives. The waters close over him. He rises. Misery ever ! I dived, and the best Could dive no deeper. Did I touch bottom ? Never, O never ! I stand confessed A footler, a creeper. These spells — ’Od rot ’em ! — Are vain as the world, As all of the stars. This mystery’s nought. But for cold ! The lake Is hot as the curled Flames at the bars Of Hell ; it is wrought Of fire : what shall slake This terrible thirst, This Torment accurst ? He looks into the water. Yet, in my face As I gaze on the water Is something calmer. What if the king Of the Screes should see me,