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?


Comments about One Word Is Too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/9/2016 12:44:00 AM)


    Outstanding poem, I really appreciate and enjoy it by reading again and again...
    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,
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  • 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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