In snow thou comest —
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee’s advancing sound.

In fear thou comest —
Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy
That man anew embark to live
Upon the depth of thee.

1 Comment

  1. d. eastman says:

    So out of March comes a fairly plain statement of what Emily explores in so many more enigmatic poems — that joy offers the opportunity to turn again and live to the depth of life which includes winter, death, loss, fear, snow.

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