Now I am in pain, but not alone

A happy man,
who wished to care.
Now aches abound,
and no shade this winter.

But my passion
for a common spring,
and happiness the fire.
My hand, yours to hold.

And those who laugh,
for the sad old earth.
Weep, and weep alone.
When mortal sickness
cuts them deep.

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