["My own heart let me more have pity on"]:
My own heart let me more have pity on; letMe live to my sad self hereafter kind,Charitable; not live this tormented mindWith this tormented mind tormenting yet.I cast for comfort I can no more getBy groping round my comfortless, than blindEyes in their dark can day or thirst can findThirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do adviseYou, jaded, lét be; call off thoughts awhileElsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy sizeAt God knows when to God knows what; whose smile'S not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather—as skiesBetweenpie mountains—lights a lovely mile.
Gerard Manley Hopkins.
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