| Promenading in the corridor upon a windy day
Is enough to turn hair red or gold To purest white or grey. Blow, blow, ye merry winds of March, Slam every hinged door And when we take a little walk Blow, blow ye all the more. -- |
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Pause is a book containing a variety of pencil sketches and journal entries. This book was released by Emily's executors after her death in 1945.
Below are a few pictures from this sketchbook. The caption on each sketch is written out beside it.
| Promenading in the corridor upon a windy day
Is enough to turn hair red or gold To purest white or grey. Blow, blow, ye merry winds of March, Slam every hinged door And when we take a little walk Blow, blow ye all the more. -- |
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Just as you're feeling better And joy your bosom fills, Down falls your heart to zero For in comes nurse with pills. -- |
| Little nurse Ida spied a big spider As she was dusting the room. The web with him in it Remained but one minute Then went squis-it-e, squish, 'neath her broom. -- |
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