A Friend’s Illness, by W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

A Friend’s Illness

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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