Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
But steadily the north.
Thy star, O Venus! often changes
Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges --
'Tis thus with Hate and Love.
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Comments1Enjyed reading this one. Reflects on emotion kinda like weather - unpredictable and always changing. Also cool how it wraps in astronomy. Really makes u think about how love and hatred works! Good stuff!