Lyric Poem · Life
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“A Hate-Song” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/a-hate-song
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