The rose, the fairest flower that blows,
Doth in its fragrant petals hide
A secret pain, that still it knows,
And all its beauty doth deride.
Doth in its fragrant petals hide
A secret pain, that still it knows,
And all its beauty doth deride.
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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