Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
| My own heart let me have more have pity on; let |
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| Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, |
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| Charitable; not live this tormented mind |
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| With this tormented mind tormenting yet. |
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| I cast for comfort I can no more get |
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| By groping round my comfortless, than blind |
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| Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find |
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| Thirst ’s all-in-all in all a world of wet. |
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| Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise |
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| You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile |
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| Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size |
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| At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile |
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| ’s not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather—as skies |
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| Betweenpie mountains—lights a lovely mile. |
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Ooh, I love GMH. Thanks for posting this lovely piece.