Earth was not barren next the flood,
Nor barren were the fields,
When Nature's first-born infant stood
In the Sun's warm glowing gilds.
Nor barren were the fields,
When Nature's first-born infant stood
In the Sun's warm glowing gilds.
American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.
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