I HONEY from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. II Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me. III Or seek some slave of power and gold, To be thy dear heart's mate; Thy love will move that bigot cold Sooner than me thy hate. IV A passion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love -- How should I then hate thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AND THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS by JOHN OSCAR BECK |