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, 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