Poetry Corner: Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell by Henry David Thoreau

Indeed indeed, I cannot tell, 

Though I ponder on it well, 

Which were easier to state, 

All my love or all my hate. 

Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me 

When I say thou dost disgust me. 

O, I hate thee with a hate 

That would fain annihilate; 

Yet sometimes against my will, 

My dear friend, I love thee still. 

It were treason to our love, 

And a sin to God above, 

One iota to abate 

Of a pure impartial hate. 

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