DEAR March, come in! | |
How glad I am! | |
I looked for you before. | |
Put down your hat— | |
You must have walked— | 5 |
How out of breath you are! | |
Dear March, how are you? | |
And the rest? | |
Did you leave Nature well? | |
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, | 10 |
I have so much to tell! | |
I got your letter, and the bird’s; | |
The maples never knew | |
That you were coming,—I declare, | |
How red their faces grew! | 15 |
But, March, forgive me— | |
And all those hills | |
You left for me to hue; | |
There was no purple suitable, | |
You took it all with you. | 20 |
Who knocks? That April! | |
Lock the door! | |
I will not be pursued! | |
He stayed away a year, to call | |
When I am occupied. | 25 |
But trifles look so trivial | |
As soon as you have come, | |
That blame is just as dear as praise | |
And praise as mere as blame. |
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Dear March, Come In
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