The March-Wolf

The March wind blew

and howled at my door.

It moaned and it cried,

I could stand it no more.

"Be quiet!" I shouted.

"Go away. Leave my door!"

But the March wind kept howling

Like a wolf on the moor.

All through the night

He cried, but at dawn

Bright April had come

And the March wind was gone.

May 6, 1939

MARCH HOLIDAY

A March wind came with cheerful song

I hurried out lest he be gone

Before I caught him.

I went with him up hill, down dell,

To places that I cannot tell--

I played his games and sang his airs

In country lanes, in thoroughfares.

My heart was high as his.

We played--and, then, he went away,

And, oh, because he could not stay

I cried with April rain.

May 6, 1939

RACE

Come on, you March wind,

Come on with me.

My heart can fly faster

Than you, you will see.

Your gustiest gale

And your most playful breeze

Will not catch up with us

As we fly through the trees.

My heart flies so high--

And so fast does it go--

That I give it no time

For a thought on below.

We live in the clouds

And we play with the sun.

Oh, there's no heart like mine

Since the world was begun.

Come on, you March wind,

Come on with me.

Follow me, chase me

O'er land and o'er sea,

But if ever you catch me

I'll ne'er be the same

For my heart won't have courage

To race you again.

May 6, 1939

On My Nineteenth Birthday

It's time I took stock of myself I suppose,

To see where my life is and where it will go.

I've traveled and read

And I've played and I've slept--

I've laughed and I've lifted,

And, sometimes, I've wept.

I've met many people whom

I've loved and I've hated.

I'm sure that Life's joys

Are not underrated.

I'm glad I'm alive, that is all I can say--

It's the greatest compliment to Life I can pay.

May 21, 1939

REQUIEM

I have lived my life--

I have lived it high;

I have thrilled and wept

And, now, I shall die.

May, 1939

(Isn't that weird? Because she did die, in 1943.)