Through intricate motions ran
stream and gliding sun
and all my heart seemed gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
made my attention stray.
Repentance keeps my heart impure;
But what am I that dare
fancy that I can
better conduct myself or have more
sense than a common man?
What motion of the sun or stream
or eyelid shot the gleam
that pierced my body through?
What made me live like these that seem
self-born, born anew?