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DEAR MARCH, COME IN! by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

Last Line: And Praise as mere as Blame
Subject(s): MARCH (MONTH);

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



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