Poor Jackself

My own heart let me have more pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet
Oh, 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
Said, 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; Oh, 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
Oh, lights a lovely mile