I am borne of the world again,
Ripped back into raw impurity,
Of the world once more again
Renewed, re-shaped, re-hued;
And into this new jungle I am flung,
Twisted, entwined, imbued, in-bind:
Left in hurry, all else matters not,
But the simple things
Which play vividly upon the heartstrings,
And cure even lovely music;
Music along so sweet, so sweet;
And happiness draws across the tender
Shores, a sheen clean as diamonds new;
And lest the shores return.
We are happy again.