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June 29, 2006 | Author: Cindy | Filed under: Your Daily Dose of Love

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdaned
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?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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One Response to “To -”

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    chivuvu patrick Says:

    poems are so ivigorating at least there is a new drive to express love

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