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...CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE YOUNG THAT DIED IN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BARNES EXTRACTS FROM THE RUBAIYAT OF OMAR CAYENNE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE MARCH OF THE GHOSTS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE TRIUMPH OF CIVILISATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |