Softly through the trees I tread, On hidden paths lost to view, Through twilight, where my longing led, To whisper twilight dreams anew. O nature! precious child so dear, In thy arms forever near.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
Softly through the trees I tread, On hidden paths lost to view, Through twilight, where my longing led, To whisper twilight dreams anew. O nature! precious child so dear, In thy arms forever near.