Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped ↓looked↑ for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You mus<h>⠿t⠿ have walked –
How out of Breath you
are –
Dear March, how are
you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature
well –
Oh March, Come right
up stairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

 

I got your Letter, and
the Birds –
The Maples never knew
that you were coming –
I declare  – ↓till I called↑ how Red their
Faces grew –
But ↓and↑ March, forgive me –
All those Hills you left
for me to Hue –
There was no Purple
suitable –
You took it all with you –

 

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Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year
to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as ↓the instant that↑ you have come

 

That Blame is just as
dear as Praise
And Praise as mere
as Blame –

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