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March lion-like comes in, out like a lamb,
with armies of bright daffodils arrayed
and Lilliputian crocus beds displayed;
March winds, its own bleak stranger, and the amb-
ience thrown into turmoil, dithyramb
provides of vernal vigour, service paid
despite contrariness; the lengthening day
unmakes March's madness, life’s fine iamb
controls: and lion's mane and bulk to fleece
converts, the rough of poetry; and Spring
is powerful in the word, and acts to bring
it all about, and vows through March increase;
thus while misfortune seems to buffet life,
the blossoming effect blunts all the strife. |
