A Hate-Song

A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
'Gainst a woman that was a brute.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Comments (4)

The unseen! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! ...............................................Just the drop of delight human soul preserve for the new comers to land inside fire!
A great inspirational poem which is stunning too. Thanks for sharing it here.
What a force browning inspires through this verse!