Soaring like a new-grown bird
That flutters high and swoops away,
So my heart doth shyly fly and flay
Innocent to harsh blows or words;
As the sea doth rise and swell,
With halcyon bays masking shadowy depths,
So my heart’s lightness is beset
With an ache rolling like a tolling bell;
May I yet find content at last,
With distress, misery, left it the past?