Unduly feathers through glass depart,
Never enduring a fainter smile wrought,
Better features than paradise lost;
I’ll gamble with Reason for better toll,
Her gates slowly open and he enters,
With no contempt perceived his lustre void;
Grief encircles all around and recalls thus:
The light is fair, feign the sun,
Beware the moon; eyes do beter,
While declared in hatred thereof:
So might darkness consume him:
Therewith, no light may satisfy.
Bold resolve and stalwart heart shall soothe him a better day,
Thereafter, the clear day did console him to a greater day henceforward.