[00:11.21]One word is too often profaned
[00:13.99]For me to profane it,
[00:16.08]One feeling too falsely disdain’d
[00:18.90]For thee to disdain it;
[00:21.42]One hope is too like despair
[00:24.34]For prudence to smother,
[00:26.49]And pity from thee more dear
[00:29.46]Than that from another.
[00:32.20]I can give not what men call love;
[00:35.27]But wilt thou accept not
[00:37.40]The worship the heart lifts above
[00:40.34]And the Heavens reject not, -
[00:42.91]The desire of the moth for star,
[00:46.63]Of the night for the morrow,
[00:48.99]The devotion to something afar
[00:51.53]From the sphere of our sorrow?