关于爱情的英语诗歌
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By Persy Bysshe Shelly
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 not give what men call love:
But will thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heavens reject not,
And 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.
