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One Word Is Too Often Profaned

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

One word is too often profaned

For me to profane it,

One feeling too falsely disdained

For you to disdain it.

One hope is too like despair

For prudence to smother,

And pity from you more dear

Than that from another.

 

I can give not what men call love,

But will you 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?

 

Music copyright Shirley Starke 2001

 

 

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