Part Two: Nature LXXXVII ~Emily Dickinson D EAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hatā You must have walkedā 5 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, 10 I have so much to tell! I got your letter, and the birdās; The maples never knew That you were coming,āI declare, How red their faces grew! 15 But, March, forgive meā And all those hills You left for me to hue; There was no purple suitable, You took it all with you. 20 Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied. 25 But trifles look so trivial As...