Would you call comely, to my door,
And chant candid truths, should I adore?
Would I not sit sturdy, upon thieves’ throne,
Or dare me stranded sorrowed, and all alone?
Would such naives not welcome, this devil’s child,
A maiden cast crimsoned, into this wild?
Would you not utter utmost, my scarlet letter,
And think me indifferently insane, none the better?
Would your lighthouses lamp paths, in Helen’s name,
As your historic heretic harassed, for all man’s shame?
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