Haters gonna hate...

  

 "For death is deep as the sea,
      And fate as the waves thereof.
    Shall the waves take pity on thee
      Or the southwind offer thee love?
    Wilt thou take the night for thy day
      Or the darkness for light on thy way,
    Till thou say in thine heart Enough?
  Behold, thou art over fair, thou art over wise;
  The sweetness of spring in thine hair, and the light in thine eyes.
  The light of the spring in thine eyes, and the sound in thine ears;
  Yet thine heart shall wax heavy with sighs and thine eyelids with tears.
  Wilt thou cover thine hair with gold, and with silver thy feet?
  Hast thou taken the purple to fold thee, and made thy mouth sweet?
  Behold, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate;
  Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate.
  For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain;
  And the veil of thine head shall be grief: and the crown shall be pain."


From Atalanta in Calydon by Algernon Charles Swinburne