All Things Human

Love and Hate
by Elizabeth Siddal (1829-1862)

Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,
   Nor turn to me thy face;
The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down
   Ere I will give thee grace.

Take thou thy shadow from my path,
   Nor turn to me and pray;
The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing
   Ere I will bid thee stay.

Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,
   Nor gaze upon my face;
Great love I bore thee: now great hate
   Sits grimly in its place.

All changes pass me like a dream,
   I neither sing nor pray;
And thou art like the poisonous tree
   That stole my life away.