I think, where happiness is
Somewhere it's undergrowth, where,
To such impiety, rings knell-
I awake to the sea bliss
But so opposite to bell
And I can't beget to share,
My love;
Old and past shames in mind lift
To such remembrance of my thought-
I try to hide me inside
Against which thousand waves shift
And I can't but only vide
My heart into pieces, lot.