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 RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE BRUCE: HOW AYMER DE VALENCE, AND JOHN OF LORN CHASED THE BRUCE ... by JOHN BARBOUR A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |