The Usurpation

Thou ‘adst to my soul no title or pretence;

I was mine own, and free,

Till I had given myself to thee;

But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since.

Well, since so insolent thou ‘rt grown,

Fond tyrant! I’ll depose thee from thy throne;

Such outrages must not admitted be

In an elective monarchy.

Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall;

My country, kindred, and my best

Acquaintance, were to share the rest;

But thou, their covetous neighbour, drav’st out all:

Nay more; thou mak’st me worship thee,

And wouldst the rule of my religion be:

Did ever tyrant claim such power as you,

To be both emperor and pope too?

The public miseries, and my private fate,

Deserve some tears; but greedy thou

(Insatiate maid!) wilt not allow

That I one drop from thee should alienate:

Nor wilt thou grant my sins a part,

Though the sole cause of most of them thou art;

Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due,

Since first mine eyes I gave to you.

Thou all my joys and all my hopes dost claim;

Thou ragest like a fire in me,

Converting all things into thee;

Nought can resist, or not encrease the flame:

Nay, every grief and every fear

Thou dost devour, unless thy stamp it bear:

Thy presence, like the crowned basilisk’s breath,

All other serpents puts to death.

As men in hell are from diseases free,

So from all other ills am I;

Free from their known formality:

But all pains eminently lie in thee!

Alas, alas! I hope in vain

My conquer’d soul from out thine hands to gain;

Since all the natives there thou ‘ast overthrown,

And planted garrisons of thine own.

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• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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