Here you will find the Poem Love and Hate of poet Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, Nor turn to me thy face; The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down Ere I will give thee grace. Take thou thy shadow from my path, Nor turn to me and pray; The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing Ere I will bid thee stay. Turn thou away thy false dark eyes, Nor gaze upon my face; Great love I bore thee: now great hate Sits grimly in its place. All changes pass me like a dream, I neither sing nor pray; And thou art like the poisonous tree That stole my life away.