"There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry -
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll -
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul."

Within today's economy
Vacation is a luxury
Many will ill afford;
When pressures of the day to day
I find a need to melt away
And seek a just reward,
To steal away to sunny nook
Lost in the pages of a book
I see the world anew,
Transported there by poetry,
I've spent the day with Emily,
Enraptured by her view.

"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"

A quirk that now we celebrate
The April that had come too late
To call on Emily,
Spark lights the fuse, itself imbues,
Let daily write nourish the muse,
Inspire poetry.