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？