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Lucy Maud Montgomery - To My Enemy
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Let those who will of friendship sing,
  And to its guerdon grateful be,
But I a lyric garland bring
  To crown thee, O, mine enemy! 

Thanks, endless thanks, to thee I owe
  For that my lifelong journey through
Thine honest hate has done for me
  What love perchance had failed to do. 

I had not scaled such weary heights
  But that I held thy scorn in fear,
And never keenest lure might match
  The subtle goading of thy sneer. 

Thine anger struck from me a fire
  That purged all dull content away,
Our mortal strife to me has been
  Unflagging spur from day to day. 

And thus, while all the world may laud
  The gifts of love and loyalty,
I lay my meed of gratitude
  Before thy feet, mine enemy!
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