My own heart let me have more have pity on; let <br />Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, <br />Charitable; not live this tormented mind <br />With this tormented mind tormenting yet. <br /> I cast for comfort I can no more get <br />By groping round my comfortless, than blind <br />Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find <br />Thirst 's all-in-all in all a world of wet. <br /> <br />Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise <br />You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile <br />Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size <br />At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile <br />'s not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather—as skies <br />Betweenpie mountains—lights a lovely mile.<br /><br />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-own-heart-let-me-have-more-have-pity-on-let/
