NOW are the winds about us in their glee, <br />Tossing the slender tree; <br />Whirling the sands about his furious car, <br />March cometh from afar; <br />Breaks the sealed magic of old Winter’s dreams, <br />And rends his glassy streams; <br />Chafing with potent airs, he fiercely takes <br />Their fetters from the lakes, <br />And, with a power by queenly Spring supplied, <br />Wakens the slumbering tide. <br /> <br />With a wild love he seeks young Summer’s charms <br />And clasps her to his arms; <br />Lifting his shield between, he drives away <br />Old Winter from his prey;— <br />The ancient tyrant whom he boldly braves, <br />Goes howling to his caves; <br />And, to his northern realm compelled to fly, <br />Yields up the victory; <br />Melted are all his bands, o’erthrown his towers, <br />And March comes bringing flowers.<br /><br />William Gilmore Simms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-in-march/
