But is it worth it? have I not Been very happy in my way: A queer fellow - hates the sight of work Excentric [sic] they say. But I've had women call on me who would No more call on a businessman than on A monkey in the zoo. It was the weak will they loved, The smoker's, drinker's, daydreamer's will, I say to myself. My nature is to surrender. I could hate like poison, it is true But could I keep my hatred up? No, it died - and every one you hated said that you Were impulsive, egged on by some cute scoundrel. And they left you poor without fear. But now I will hate till my hate Comes out the other side of the world as love, Love in Australia. I hope I shall not vacillate again Though the crop Men Is cruel to the hands as broken glass Among tufts of grass.