Posted by zeugma on November 27, 2003, at 12:43:03
In reply to Re: poetry babble, posted by cj249 on November 26, 2003, at 22:47:42
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?
poster:zeugma
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