Hawthorne.
Child, lover, servant, master of Romance, To you she showed, not splendid of attire, With gaud and grace, but all to your desire In lonelier hues of solemn radiance! Long years you followed her, and at her glance, As at some word, divinely sweet or dire, Beheld the souls of men, in shapes of fire, Through veiling flesh look out to her askance. You saw the brand upon unbranded breast; From evil heart you saw the witches wind; You saw dark passion breed in frolic youth; And yet, with sight all delicate and blest, You knew the primrose of a maiden's mind, You took of shame the grave white flower of truth!
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