Mind has Mountains

Sorry to be boring as I've done this before but there were some wonderful cloudscapes today and it just had to be the Hopkins. Had a 24 hour reprieve today due to being a bit under the weather, so bought tights (something I don't want to have to do for another 30 years at least) ... what are temperature controlled 3D legs? (apart from the ones I have of course).

'No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief'
 - by Gerard Manley Hopkins

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief."'

    O the mind, mind 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 whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.