Emily Dickinson - Dear March, Come In! lyrics

Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I looked for you before — Put down your Hat — You must 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 upstairs 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 — 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 —