Oh! how you weep, in thunder and in rain!
Thine stinging tears berate those underneath.
They bite and sting like unrelenting teeth
—And quenchèd is the earth’s deep thirst again!
This joy exchanged for your celestial pain,
I’d rather this, than airs too hot to breathe.
The trees shed leaves, there in the windtorn heath—
Ah, water! water! flood my heart’s terrain!
Yet how I wish that I could weep like thee.
I’d drown the plain and overflow the lake,
And I, like you, be clear for all to see.
Pray cry my tears, that I may be set free,
To laugh and sing. My life I will remake
And from this darkness I will gladly flee!…