No Worst, There is None/Gerard Manley Hopkins
1 No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
2 More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
3 Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
4 Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
5 My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief{\-}
6 Woe, w{'o}rld-sorrow; on an {'a}ge-old {'a}nvil w{'i}nce and s{'i}ng --
7 Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked "No ling-
8 Ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."
9 O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
10 Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
11 May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
12 Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
13 Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
14 Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. |
