DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—