One word is too often profaned² For me to profane¹ it，One feeling too falsely disdained⁴ For thee to disdain³ it；One hope is too like despair For prudence⁵ to smother，And pity from thee more dear Than that from another.

    I can give not what men call love，But wilt⁷ thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not， ——The desire of the moth⁶ for the star，Of the night for the morrow，The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow？
   

    有一个被人经常亵渎的字，我无心再来亵渎；有一种被人假意鄙薄的感情，你不会也来鄙薄。

    有一种希望太似绝望，又何须再加提防！

    你的怜悯无人能比，温暖了我的心房。

    我拿不出人们所称的爱情，但不知你肯否接受这颗心儿能献的崇敬？

    连天公也不会拒而不收！

    犹如飞蛾扑向星星，又如黑夜追求黎明，这一种思慕远处之情，早已跳出了人间的苦境！