My own heart let me have 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.