TO — (‘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 hearts 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?
 

                                                            (1821?)

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