Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - till I called I declare - how Red their Faces grew - 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 - 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 you have come That Blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON |