Hester

She won my admiration when she came to class wearing a scarlet "A" on her sweater.

Hester

We called you Hester, for you once pressed
That scarlet symbol to your breast,

And there beneath your warm heart bled
To dye the cloth a wicked red,

For deep within your soul you faint
To feel the sinner's shame, yourself a saint

Too lovely for this poet's eyes alone,
Yet Hawthorne would have loved you, had he known.