MARCH
Withrushing winds and gloomy skiesThe dark and stubborn Winter dies;Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,Bidding her earliest child arise:March!By streams still held in icy snare,On southern hillsides, melting bare,O’er fields that motley colors wear,That summons fills the changeful air:March!What though conflicting seasons makeThy days their field, they woo or shakeThe sleeping lids of Life awake,And hope is stronger for thy sake,March!Bayard Taylor
Withrushing winds and gloomy skiesThe dark and stubborn Winter dies;Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,Bidding her earliest child arise:March!By streams still held in icy snare,On southern hillsides, melting bare,O’er fields that motley colors wear,That summons fills the changeful air:March!What though conflicting seasons makeThy days their field, they woo or shakeThe sleeping lids of Life awake,And hope is stronger for thy sake,March!Bayard Taylor
Withrushing winds and gloomy skiesThe dark and stubborn Winter dies;Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,Bidding her earliest child arise:March!
Withrushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies;
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise:
March!
By streams still held in icy snare,On southern hillsides, melting bare,O’er fields that motley colors wear,That summons fills the changeful air:March!
By streams still held in icy snare,
On southern hillsides, melting bare,
O’er fields that motley colors wear,
That summons fills the changeful air:
March!
What though conflicting seasons makeThy days their field, they woo or shakeThe sleeping lids of Life awake,And hope is stronger for thy sake,March!Bayard Taylor
What though conflicting seasons make
Thy days their field, they woo or shake
The sleeping lids of Life awake,
And hope is stronger for thy sake,
March!
Bayard Taylor