God’s heart bleeds o’er the red sky
His passions veiling the sun
Eternal Peace His last lie
Before He steps to the run
For whom is He so jealous
His blush written on His sleeve?
But for the heart of Hellas
Wanton stoic on her leave
Conundrum to His wisdom
This fair lady of His eye
Her life a criticism
Precious chaff among His rye
Discontented sea her pond
Unmoved by His southwest wind
To His cries, she sighs: How fond
Shrugs when minded how she sinned
For what can He do to her
But strangle her in the pit
Leave her as a beaten cur
Just another face He hit?
He can have her when He wants
All creation His oyster
But she cares not for His taunts
His cries her silenced cloister
And so He bleeds to the sea
The heavens a mask of shame
Temper swinging from a tree
His anguish her lasting fame
