Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

"...the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude Start not at the whispering, 'tis but the breeze"

"How hushed and still are earth and air, How lanquid 'neath the sun's firece ray- Drooping and faint flowers fair, On this hot, sultry, summer day!"

"Thy soft-breathed hopes with magic might Have chased from my soul the shades of night"