27 November 2009

only one word

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One word is too often profaned


For me to profane it,


One feeling too 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 morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow?

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