Alas! good friend, what profit can you see In hating such a hateless thing as me? There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side: in vain would you assuage Your frowns upon an unresisting smile, In which not even contempt lurks to beguile Your heart, by some fain sympathy of hate. Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate! For to your passion I am far more coy Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy In winter noon. Of your antipathy If I am the Narcissus, you are free To pine into a sound with hating me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN TO THE WINDS by BERNARD BARTON LOVES ADVENTURE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO LIFE by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF LOVE IN EXILE: L'ENVOI by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |