Nathaniel Parker Willis - The Spring is here--the delicate footed M

The Spring is here--the delicate footed May,
With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers,
And with it comes a thirst to be away.
In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.

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Willis, Nathaniel Parker. The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis. Clark & Austin, 1845, p. 242.

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About the Author

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Born: January 20, 1806
Died: January 20, 1867
Nationality: American
Profession: Editor

Biography

Nathaniel Parker Willis, also known as N. P. Willis, was an American author, poet and editor who worked with several notable American writers including Edgar Allan Poe and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He became the highest-paid magazine writer of his day. His brother was the composer Richard Storrs Willis and his sister Sara wrote under the name Fanny Fern. Harriet Jacobs wrote her autobiography while being employed as his children's nurse.

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