She did not love to love; but hated him <br />For making her to love, and so her whim <br />From passion taught misprision to begin; <br />And all this sin <br />Was because love to cast out had no skill <br />Self, which was regent still. <br />Her own self-will made void her own self's will<br /><br />Francis Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-it-2/
