I've lapped enough of tireness, I cancelled all I swore, became as drunk and lazy as my shame forbade before. and graciously kneeling I was imploring lovely cupid Just to set me on my feet When i'm losing my religion. But he was napping in the hugs of grief around him and over me, there was a flock of night-black owls to blind my eyes with drowsy down... But suddenly under the vault of stuffiness a patch of light Appeared - a breath of love caprice, a portent of some brand-new birth, It gave a start to God, It gave a rise to me, a brand-new way to go.