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. 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.