Yearnings in the Night



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?

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
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