Love a misanthrope

Whoever can be lonely- with sky and sea,  
Mountains, rivers, forests and endless grass?  
Even extremes of ice and desert attract.  
All life forms enhance this world- except one  
The quite ludicrously named species  
Homo Sapiens, which should be avoided  
At all cost.  
 
See John Clare, at one with all of nature,  
Yet so unhappy in the human world  
Of his fellows- both poets and peasants.  
He ended up locked in an asylum  
For committing that most heinous of crimes  
Of wanting to be himself.  
 
Why give misanthropy such a bad name?  
A lonely misanthrope cannot ever  
Be more than a contradiction in terms.  
Unlike other fanatics, misanthropes  
Have one very endearing quality-  
Humility. They can never deny  
That they are members of the humankind  
Which they despise.  
 
You may find that you love a misanthrope  
But expect nothing in return.