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!
       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.

Prelude
Preface
i. life
   I. Real Riches.
   II. Superiority to Fate.
   III. Hope.
   IV. Forbidden Fruit. I.
   V. Forbidden Fruit. II.
   VI. A Word.
   VII. To venerate the simple days
   VIII. Life's Trades.
   IX. Drowning is not so pitiful
   X. How still the bells in steeples stand
   XI. If the foolish call them 'flowers,'
   XII. A Syllable.
   XIII. Parting.
   XIV. Aspiration.
   XV. The Inevitable.
   XVI. A Book.
   XVII. Who has not found the heaven below
   XVIII. A Portrait.
   XIX. I Had a Guinea Golden.
   XX. Saturday Afternoon.
   XXI. Few get enough, -- enough is one
   XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch
   XXIII. The Lost Thought.
   XXIV. Reticence.
   XXV. With Flowers.
   XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard
   XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot
   XXVIII. Contrast.
   XXIX. Friends.
   XXX. Fire.
   XXXI. A Man.
   XXXII. Ventures.
   XXXIII. Griefs.
   XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak
   XXXV. Disenchantment.
   XXXVI. Lost Faith.
   XXXVII. Lost Joy.
   XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat
   XXXIX. Life, and Death, and Giants
   XL. Alpine Glow.
   XLI. Remembrance.
   XLII. To hang our head ostensibly
   XLIII. The Brain.
   XLIV. The bone that has no marrow
   XLV. The Past.
   XLVI. To help our bleaker parts
   XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures
   XLVIII. Desire.
   XLIX. Philosophy.
   L. Power.
   LI. A modest lot, a fame petite
   LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss
   LIII. Experience.
   LIV. Thanksgiving Day.
   LV. Childish Griefs.
ii. love
   I. Consecration.
   II. Love's Humility.
   III. Love.
   IV. Satisfied.
   V. With a Flower.
   VI. Song.
   VII. Loyalty.
   VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
   IX. Poor little heart!
   X. Forgotten.
   XI. I've got an arrow here
   XII. The Master.
   XIII. Heart, we will forget him!
   XIV. Father, I bring thee not myself
   XV. We outgrow love like other things
   XVI. Not with a club the heart is broken
   XVII. Who?
   XVIII. He touched me, so I live to know
   XIX. Dreams.
   XX. Numen Lumen.
   XXI. Longing.
   XXII. Wedded.
iii. nature
   I. Nature's Changes.
   II. The Tulip.
   III. A light exists in spring
   IV. The Waking Year.
   V. To March.
   VI. March.
   VII. Dawn.
   VIII. A murmur in the trees to note
   IX. Morning is the place for dew
   X. To my quick ear the leaves conferred
   XI. A Rose.
   XII. High from the earth I heard a bird
   XIII. Cobwebs.
   XIV. A Well.
   XV. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
   XVI. The Wind.
   XVII. A dew sufficed itself
   XVIII. The Woodpecker.
   XIX. A Snake.
   XX. Could I but ride indefinite
   XXI. The Moon.
   XXII. The Bat.
   XXIII. The Balloon.
   XXIV. Evening.
   XXV. Cocoon.
   XXVI. Sunset.
   XXVII. Aurora.
   XXVIII. The Coming of Night.
   XXIX. Aftermath.
iv. time and eternity
   I. This world is not conclusion
   II. We learn in the retreating
   III. They say that 'time assuages,'
   IV. We cover thee, sweet face
   V. Ending.
   VI. The stimulus, beyond the grave
   VII. Given in marriage unto thee
   VIII. That such have died enables us
   IX. They won't frown always
   X. Immortality.
   XI. The distance that the dead have gone
   XII. How dare the robins sing
   XIII. Death.
   XIV. Unwarned.
   XV. Each that we lose takes part of us
   XVI. Not any higher stands the grave
   XVII. Asleep.
   XVIII. The Spirit.
   XIX. The Monument.
   XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers
   XXI. Immortal is an ample word
   XXII. Where every bird is bold to go
   XXIII. The grave my little cottage is
   XXIV. This was in the white of the year
   XXV. Sweet hours have perished here
   XXVI. Me! Come! My dazzled face
   XXVII. Invisible.
   XXVIII. I wish I knew that woman's name
   XXIX. Trying to Forget.
   XXX. I felt a funeral in my brain
   XXXI. I meant to find her when I came
   XXXII. Waiting.
   XXXIII. A sickness of this world it most occasions
   XXXIV. Superfluous were the sun
   XXXV. So proud she was to die
   XXXVI. Farewell.
   XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear
   XXXVIII. Dead.
   XXXIX. The soul should always stand ajar
   XL. Three weeks passed since I had seen her
   XLI. I breathed enough to learn the trick
   XLII. I wonder if the sepulchre
   XLIII. Joy in Death.
   XLIV. If I may have it when it's dead
   XLV. Before the ice is in the pools
   XLVI. Dying.
   XLVII. Adrift! A little boat adrift!
   XLVIII. There's been a death in the opposite house
   XLIX. We never know we go, -- when we are going
   L. The Soul's Storm.
   LI. Water is taught by thirst
   LII. Thirst.
   LIII. A clock stopped -- not the mantel's
   LIV. Charlotte Brontë's Grave.
   LV. A toad can die of light!
   LVI. Far from love the Heavenly Father
   LVII. Sleeping.
   LVIII. Retrospect.
   LIX. Eternity.