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.

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.

March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."

March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."

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!

March: Its stone, Bloodstone.

March: Its stone, Bloodstone.

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 comes in with an adder's head, and goes out with a
peacock's tail.

March comes in with an adder's head, and goes out with a
peacock's tail.

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.