William Cullen Bryant (1794 - 1878) was born in Massachusetts. His family were fairly hopeless poet material: his father was a doctor, and so neither poor enough to be romantic, nor rich enough to afford William the advantages of a university education.
There's a line which struck me from Cullen's Wikipedia entry.
the strain of dealing with unsophisticated neighbors pushed him to trade his unrewarding profession [he was a lawyer]for New York and the promise of a literary career.
The mind boggles.
Anyway, once in New York Cullen did well. He became editor of the New York Evening Post.
But he still had time to stop and look at things.
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold