Love turns to hate, they say; and surely I Have cause enough to hate you till I die. Do you not hate me? must I not hate you? Show me the way it's done, and I'll outdo Your bravest. But what's this? If I surprise, Not tears, in those inexorable eyes? Ah! by those tears, think not that we shall bring So dear a love to be an outcast thing. Love turns to hate: I would it turned to hate! We were not then so wholly desolate. You will not let me love you; yet now, see, If hate be not impossibility. What shall we do, O God in heaven above, Who cannot hate, and yet who may not love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |