To an enemy hater

angry face

I did see how your brooding silence, was often content to wait.
The fools there did judge you thoughtful. But I quick perceived your hate.
Like spontaneous combustion, came your malice to stoke your ire
And your hate for my soul kept you smouldering hot: like the coal that stokes the fire.

Hate causeless cannot be placated: not by God, nor by man, though fain.
Your hate was your instinct natural, which the mind cannot explain.
Like the inverse of instant friendship, though I had never done you a wrong
Your despite and contempt for my life and soul keeps your hate but growing strong.

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