classic poetry
My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On  by Gerard Manley Hopkins
    My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.

I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size

At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile's
not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather - as skies
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile.

 
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