Bronson Alcott

Here you will find the Poem Hawthorne of poet Bronson Alcott

Hawthorne

ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex! 
Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell, 
Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex, 
Nor grant deliverance from enchanted spell, 
But tease thee all the while and sore perplex, 
Till thou that wizard tale shouldst fairly tell, 
Better than poets in thy own clear prose. 
Painter of sin in its deep scarlet dyes, 
Thy doomsday pencil Justice doth expose, 
Hearing and judging at the dread assize; 
New England?s guilt blazoning before all eyes, 
No other chronicler than thee she chose. 
Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, 
Whilst ?neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep?