My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity on
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.
