It is not that you've harmed me

By any act or look or word,

But that you awake in me

A hatred, and it shakes me

With revulsion. All my feelings

Rise against you. Instinct warns me

To dislike you, and I shudder inwardly,

And detest the things I see

Through you, and in your eyes,

Those pools of evil!

And I have a fear, though still I know

Tis but the thing you stand for

That I fear, and hatred

Is a sail of fear. Because of that

I hate you; because you are unclean

Inside; your very look defiles me,

Coming from an unclean soul;

Because- I know not why.

A blind, unreasoning hatred fills me

And I hate you, hate you.