II
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of To ——. 'One word is too often profaned'
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?