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A Friend's Illness
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Friend's Illness

Poem By William Butler Yeats

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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brief, bit curious, succinct
sad tone. nice to read this
It takes me to the breaking point of query, Good!
The suffering of a person one loves moves one more than the suffering of those not know to one personally. A simple thought, beautifully expressed, but not necessarily true. Think of Miranda's line in Shakespeare's Tempest; 'How I suffered with those that I saw suffer.' It takes an exceptional person to feel that way.