You have to love Emily Dickinson's breezy personification of March walking down the path and bursting through the front door. The narrator welcomes March with open arms, a kiss perhaps. Sometimes March is a Lion, sometimes a Lamb, but for Dickinson, March is a Gentleman Caller:
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 --
From Poem #1320
by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
American Poet
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