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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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