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?
- PB Shelly

Question

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?	
                                         - PB Shelly

atlas · Answer

I have a deep love for this poem...Hope others who read it enjoy it too