Pregnant Meadows
Walking through the downland meadows,Pregnant with the May Day blloms,
Feel the sun upon my shoulder
Sweeping out mind's winter rooms.
Pregnant Meadows
Walking through the downland meadows,To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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