Archived Love Poems


Percy Bysshe Shelley - To--

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?

.....To-- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

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