I.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
II.
I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,--
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?
To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poem topics: despair, heart, hope, night, sorrow, star, dear, accept, desire, sphere, worship, devotion, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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