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First Line: A sodden gray in the chilly dawn
Last Line: And this is march
Subject(s): Cold;march (month);seasons;spring;winter


A SODDEN gray in the chilly dawn,
A burst of the red gold sun at noon;
A windy lea for the dying day,
And a wail at dusk like the distant loon;
A ghost at night in the leafless larch,
A sigh and a moan,
And this is March.

A frown in the morning black and dim;
A smile when the day is half-way run;
A moan when the wind comes up from the sea,
And tosses the larch when the day is done.
A penitent, changeful, grewsome thing,
Is this fierce love child
Of winter and spring.

It is mad with the love of an unloved one,
It is chill with the winters that long have set;
It is sad at times and anon it laughs,
And is warm with the summer that is not yet.
And its voice laughs loud in the leafless larch,
But to sigh again,
And this is March.

A dose of quinine when the sun comes up
From its tossed-up bed in the eastern sea;
Some castor-oil when the moon has sped,
A blue pill dark and catnip tea;
A decoction made from the leafless larch,
And another blue pill,
And this is March.





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