Do I hate you? No! Not hate?
Hate's a word far too intense,
Too alive, to speak a state
Of supreme indifference.

Do I hate you? No! Not hate?Hate's a word far too intense,Too alive, to speak a stateOf supreme indifference.

Hate me an hour, and then turn round
And love me truly, just one minute.

Hate me an hour, and then turn roundAnd love me truly, just one minute.

The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart,
Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.

Those black eyes I once so praised
Now are hard and sharp and cold;
Where's the love that through them blazed?
Where's the tenderness of old?