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?
One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott................
Painter of sin in its deep scarlet dyes, Thy doomsday pencil Justice doth expose, Hearing and judging at the dread assize; a very fine poem. tony
In thy own clear prose! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? /// beautiful poem penned; enjoyable
No other chronicler than thee she chose. Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? very good poem.
A painter of great skill is more romantic than coy ever lives though settled as death sleep in spine! A skillful composition of a poem to reckon with sure! Thanks for sharing it here!
One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott with the best flight of imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Embedded in complex imagination, somewhat transcendental but gothic.