Pain, O sweet pain
Your naked weave
gathers viscous hours
giving trajectory
to balm my love
Wanton; others play
discomfort and sickness,
gathering curly hours;
bumping and jolting,
pitching a fouler cry
Sweet, pain mine;
Take no glum to lotion betadine.
Your sweetness
Outreach my own heart
When you play thus, as my own
Pain, O sweet pain...!
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