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...AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OLD YEAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOUISA; A TALE by JANE BOWDLER |