Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, <br />Nor turn to me thy face; <br />The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down <br />Ere I will give thee grace. <br /> <br />Take thou thy shadow from my path, <br />Nor turn to me and pray; <br />The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing <br />Ere I will bid thee stay. <br /> <br />Turn thou away thy false dark eyes, <br />Nor gaze upon my face; <br />Great love I bore thee: now great hate <br />Sits grimly in its place. <br /> <br />All changes pass me like a dream, <br />I neither sing nor pray; <br />And thou art like the poisonous tree <br />That stole my life away.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-hate/
