One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.