From up the sky, and laugh: \u201cThou suffering thing,<\/div>\n
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,<\/div>\n
That thy love\u2019s loss is my hate\u2019s profiting!\u201d<\/div>\n
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,<\/div>\n
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;<\/div>\n
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I<\/div>\n
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.<\/div>\n
But not so.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0How arrives it joy lies slain,<\/div>\n
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?<\/div>\n
\u2014Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,<\/div>\n
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .<\/div>\n
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown<\/div>\n
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n