Stream And Sun At Glendalough

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?