Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

One Word Is Too Often Profaned - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

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?

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  • Rookie - 15 Points Ananya Chatterjee (1/19/2009 7:53:00 PM)

    One of my fav poem by this cynic... why do i love cynics? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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