I have flung down a plummet in Hate's well: I hate you worse than any words can tell. With every little nerve I hate you so, My body aches with it. I would have you go A fiery way beyond the ultimate Rim of the world, that I might feed my hate With the long, slow, persistent following Of that uncapturable, vanishing thing, Your soul, to be a prey unto my hands. I would be near you, do your least commands, Serve you with every poison you desire; And of your torment in eternal fire My soul would endure joyfully the whole: Because I love you more than my own soul. |