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?