Oh, Call It By Some Better Name

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Title:     Oh, Call It By Some Better Name
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Oh, call it by some better name,
For Friendship sounds too cold,
While Love is now a worldly flame,
Whose shrine must be of gold:
And Passion, like the sun at noon,
That burns o'er all he sees,
Awhile as warm will set as soon--
Then call it none of these.

Imagine something purer far,
More free from stain of clay
Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,
Yet human, still as they:
And if thy lip, for love like this,
No mortal word can frame,
Go, ask of angels what it is,
And call it by that name!

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: Oh, Call It By Some Better Name

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