Poems (Osgood)/A Song (I turn'd from the monitor)
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A SONG.
I turn'd from the monitor,—smiled at the warning That whisper'd of doubt—of desertion to me; I heard of thy falsehood, the dark rumor scorning, I gave up the soul of my soul unto thee!
Too wildly I worshipp'd thy mind-illumed beauty; Too fondly I cherish'd my dream of thy truth; Forgetting, in thee, both my pride and my duty, I made thee the god of my passionate youth!
And dearly and deeply I rue that devotion,— Thou hast broken the heart that beat only for thee Not even thy voice can now wake an emotion; I am calm as thyself while I bid thee "be free!"