How do I HATE thee? Let me count the ways.
I HATE thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal HATE
I HATE thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I HATE thee freely, as men strive for HATE

I HATE thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I HATE thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I HATE thee with a HATE I seemed to never lose
With my lost bammers, --- I HATE thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, God agrees,
I shall but HATE thee better after death.

by Bammer (hat tip: Elizabeth Barrett Browning)