A tiny hate came knocking at the door That leads into my very inmost soul. It was so small, I took it in before The world could know I'd made revenge my goal. I closed the door and thought to keep it hid From even my own eyes, until the hour When I would call it forth again and bid It act anew with its destructive power To bring unhappiness to one who'd wronged Me, at a time when I had needed most A kindly hand, a word of cheer, and longed For love. And so for hate I was the host. Time passed. Again I opened wide the door. Hate alone was there, my soul, no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON AN ELEGY ON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF THOMAS AYLEWORTH, SLAIN AT CROYDON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |