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To One Hated by Lucy Maud Montgomery Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder, Chance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate, I might have cherished you well have been to you fond and faithful, Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great. Each cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned, Warm with the throb of my heart, thrilled with my pulse's leap, And every glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging, As a look of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep. Bitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging, Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul, But as its bitterness, so might have been our love's sweetness Had it not missed the waystrange missing and sad! to its goal |
I had no time to Hate by Emily Dickinson I had no time to Hate -- Because The Grave would hinder Me -- And Life was not so Ample I Could finish -- Enmity -- Nor had I time to Love -- But since Some Industry must be -- The little Toil of Love -- I thought Be large enough for Me -- Momentary by George William Russell THE SWEETEST song was ever sung May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smile. The well I digged you soon shall pass: You may but rest with me an hour: Yet drink, I offer you the glass, A moment of sustaining power, And give to you, if it be gain, Whether in pleasure or annoy, To see one elemental pain, One light of everlasting joy. |