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March: Its tree, Juniper.
March: Its tree, Juniper.
The ides of March are come.
The ides of March are come.
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.
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!
With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise;
March!
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.
Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
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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.
