WHY JESUS WEPT 
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O waters elf-haunted, 
Bear me toward her, 
A cruel marauder, 
A robber of light ! 
O beauty !  O bright ! 
How shall I sing thee ? 
Nay !  do not fly me ! 
My bird, why wing thee ? 
Be kind !  O be nigh me ! 
She speaks not.  I’ll follow ! 
Leaps from boat and wades in to shore. 
The world is my bower. 
By height and by hollow 
I’ll seek thee, O flower ! 
I’ll not turn back ! 
He pursues her. 
I’ll go on for ever. 
The strength of a giant 
Is in my limbs — 
He reels. 
My body is slack ; 
My muscles sever ; 
My limbs are pliant; 
My eyesight swims. 
Come to me !  Come to me ! 
Thee have I sought ! 
Thou that wast dumb to me, 
Come — I am nought ! 
Striving ever to follow her, he faints and falls.  The girl stops.