No worst there is none

• no worst there is none, pitched past pitch of grief
• comforter, where is your comforting?

  mary mother of us, where is your relief?
• my cries heave, herds long .... along chief woe, world sorrow
• then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No lingering! Let me be fell: force i must be brief' "
• O the mind, minds has mountains; cliffs of fall frightful, sheer, no-man fathomed, hold them cheap. May who ne'er hung there".
• nor does long our small, durance deal with that steep or deep
• Here! creep, wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirwind , all life death does end and each day dies with sleep