poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned

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?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

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  • Sagnik ChakrabortySagnik Chakraborty (9/15/2014 1:42:00 PM)

    What a simple, yet beautifully expressed, idea by the believer in free love in his usual amazingly musical lyric. PBS transcends time!

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