My favorite poem:
One Word is Too Often Profaned
ONE word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdain’d
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?
The poet is P.B Shelley. What does it mean? Who was it written for? What is the poet trying to say?
Well read it all at the wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Word_is_Too_Often_Profaned
But why am I pointing you to a wikipedia page. MHFL was about me sharing poetry wish you and
not about pointing to external links to poetry interpretation!
I am pointing you to the wikipedia page because I wrote the whole article on this poem. The whole
wiki article on this poem has been written by me.
Recently I have started contributing to wikipedia. You can see the entire list of articles that I have contributed to
at my user page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Kp_grewal
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence. . .
. . . feed pure love,