A page of poetry by Emily Dickinson. Most of the page is covered with a painting of Jack Frost in a blue robe, holding and smelling a pink flower. Behind him is a grassy landscape and starry sky. One poem in the center of the page remains uncovered by the art.

By anonymous

XXXI
A VISITOR in March—
Who influences flowers
Till they are orderly as busts
And elegant as glass,—

Who visits in the night—
And just before the sun,
Concludes his glistening interview,
Caresses—and is gone.

But whom his fingers touched—
And where his feet have run—
And whatsoever mouth he kissed—
Is as it had not been!
(Jack Frost)