Poems (Osgood)/A Song (I turn'd from the monitor)

by Frances Sargent Osgood

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!"