Sickness brought me this
Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed
Against a soul?
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A FRIEND'S ILLNESS · William Butler Yeats · Poetry Cove