名人诗歌|"One word is too often profaned"

For me to profane^{1 it}

One feeling too falsely disdain^3'd

For thee to disdain it.

One hope is too like despair

For prudence^{4 to smother5}

And pity from thee more dear

Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love；

But wilt^{7 thou accept not}

The worship the heart lifts above

And the Heavens reject not：

The desire of the moth^{6 for the star}

Of the night for the morrow

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow？