All thoughts of the departed day,
Were mine, as I before her lay;
And all my dreams were of my love,
My Genevieve, my turtle-dove.
Were mine, as I before her lay;
And all my dreams were of my love,
My Genevieve, my turtle-dove.
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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