Let me not hate, although the bruising world decries my peace, Gives me no quarter, hounds me while I sleep; Would snuff the candles of my soul and sear my inmost dreamings. Let me not hate, though girt by vipers, green and hissing through the dark; I fain must love. God help me keep the altar-gleams that flicker wearily, anon, On down the world's grim night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |