Charles Webbe

Against Indifference

More love or more disdain I crave,
	Sweet, be not still indifferent: 
O send me quickly to my grave,
	Or else afford me more content! 
Or love or hate me more or less, 
For love abhors all lukewarmness.
 
Give me a tempest if ’twill drive
	Me to the place where I would be;
Or if you’ll have me still alive,
	Confess you will be kind to me. 
Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave: 
More love or more disdain I crave.