Percy Bysshe Shelley - One Word Is Too Often Profaned 汉译

One word is too often profaned

For me to profane it,

One feeling too faslely distain’d

For thee to distain it;

One hope is too like despair

For prudence to smother,

And pity form thee more dear

Than that from another.

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I can give not what man 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 out sorrow?