Hate me a little if you cannot love. Nor do I wish a faint heart's tricking praise. I choose the love, but do not mock My soul with nibbles from begrudging ways. Scorn me a little if you cannot pour For me a clear, full glass of wine. I'll take the drink if it be true and frank, But not the dregs and drippings of the vine. Spare me your frail uncertainties. Test me with hate and let it prove Whether I'm worthy, whether fit. Hate me a little if you cannot love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE RUNNERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 144 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |