Dear March -- Come in --

Dear March -- Come in --
How glad I am --
I looked[^a1]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 up stairs with me --
I have so much to tell --

[^a1: looked | looked]

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
the instant that[^a2]As soon as you have come

[^a2: the instant that | the instant that]

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