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March, a poem by Bayard Taylor
March
With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies;
Far-off, unseen Spring faintly cries;
Bidding her earliest child arise;
March!
- by Bayard Taylor (1825-1878, American poet)
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