ONE WORD IS TOO OFTEN PROFANED
PERCY BUSSHE SHELLY
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling to falsely disdain’d
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 narrow?
The devotion to something a far
From the sphere of our sorrow.
বুধবার, ২১ এপ্রিল, ২০১০
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