March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know -
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now -
We try to show becoming firmness -
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Soul's Superior Instants
- I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent
- Over The Fence
- Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering
- When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge