A Year’s Carols: 03 - March
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Hail, happy March, whose foot on earth Rings as the blast of martial mirth When trumpets fire men’s hearts for fray. No race of wild things winged or finned May match the might that wings thy wind Through air and sea, through scud and spray. Strong joy and thou were powers twin-born Of tempest and the towering morn.
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