Stream and gliding1 sun
And all my heart seemed gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
Made my attention stray.
Repentance2 keeps my heart impure3;
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 eyelid4 shot the gleam
That pierced my body through?
What made me live like these that seem
Self-born, born anew?