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 Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
 O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
  The read more 
 Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
 O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
  The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
   Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. 
 In fierce March weather
 White waves break tether,
  And whirled together
   At either hand,
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 In fierce March weather
 White waves break tether,
  And whirled together
   At either hand,
    Like weeds uplifted,
     The tree-trunks rifted
      In spars are drifted,
       Like foam or sand. 
 All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
 It was when the moon was setting, and the read more 
 All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
 It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
  The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
   And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul. 
March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."
March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."
 Who in this world of ours their eyes
 In March first open shall be wise;
  In days read more 
 Who in this world of ours their eyes
 In March first open shall be wise;
  In days of peril firm and brave,
   And wear a Bloodstone to their grave. 
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
 Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
 Under the sky's gray arch;
  Smiling I read more 
 Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
 Under the sky's gray arch;
  Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
   It is the wind of March. 
 Ah, March! we know thou art
 Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
  And, out of sight, read more 
 Ah, March! we know thou art
 Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
  And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! 
 Like an army defeated
 The snow hath retreated,
  And now doth fare ill
   On read more 
 Like an army defeated
 The snow hath retreated,
  And now doth fare ill
   On the top of the bare hill;
    The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
     There's joy in the mountains:
      There's life in the fountains;
       Small clouds are sailing,
        Blue sky prevailing;
         The rain is over and gone.