Poem Hunter
Poems
One Word Is Too Often Profaned
(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

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?

User Rating: 2,8 / 5 ( 53 votes ) 2

Comments (2)

Outstanding poem, I really appreciate and enjoy it by reading again and again... 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,
One of my fav poem by this cynic... why do i love cynics?