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Lines to a Critic

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:16Movement:Romanticism
Honey from silkworms who can gather,Or silk from the yellow bee?The grass may grow in winter weatherAs soon as hate in me. Hate men who cant, and men who pray,And men who rail like thee;An equal passion to repayThey are not coy like me. Or seek some slave of power and goldTo be thy dear heart's mate;Thy love will move that bigot coldSooner than me, thy hate. A passion like the one I proveCannot divided be;I hate thy want of truth and love--How should I then hate thee?