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Yellow Carnation. — £ Disdain .’ 
'To feel that we can no longer confide in one whom we have loved 
and trusted, is most painful; but when contempt for the individual is 
blended with our loss of respect for his character, the sentiment of 
Disdain, to which we yield, is one of the heart’s most bitter trials. 
Away! — I would not gaze upon 
A form so bright and fair, 
And feel my shrinking spirit shun 
The being once so dear! 
I may not court the bitter pain, 
Which, looking on thy brow, 
Would mingle with the high disdain, 
My heart awards thee now. 
Away ! — away! — too well I’ve learned 
Thy faithlessness to know, 
And deeply mourned, though proudly spurned. 
Thy falsehood — Lost one! go! 
