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MARCH.

Mud underfoot, fogs overhead,
 Rain, drizzle, gloom, and mist,
Winter and Spring are reconciled,
 Have met again and kissed.
Uncertain, fickle, fierce, and false,
 A monster in his rage
Is March, a lion wild to break
 The boundary of his cage.

Parent of winds and frantic storms,
 Patron of sulky nights,
When all the sky is bloody red
 With dancing Northern Lights;
Repenting now and then, to show
 Suns like the suns of June,
And soft, cerulean, placid skies
 Above a placid moon.

White snows, forgetful of the time,
 Drifting across the hills,
And spurious ice bridging across
 Emancipated rills;
Touches of fiercest polar cold,
 Blasts from boreal shores,
Sweeping with fiendish rage and spite
 The dreary waste of moors,