One Word

One world driven into madness....

One word is too often profane....

For me to profane it,

One feeling too falsely disdained....

The crypt that keeps the secret..  

But wilt thou accept the lesson...

The worship the heart lifts above,

And Heavens reject not,- and pity from thee

The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night of the morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of sorrow?

For thee to disdain it;

One hope is to despair

For prudence to smother;

And pity from thee more dear (sister)

Than that from another.

It's already clear.