MERRY MARCH WIND
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See the fair maiden with daintiest feet,
Whom thou o'ertakest on highway or street;
Does she not blushingly give thee a frown
For thy wild pranks with her bonnet and gown?
Whom thou o'ertakest on highway or street;
Does she not blushingly give thee a frown
For thy wild pranks with her bonnet and gown?
Like a young giant, incited to wrath,
Thou flingest each object away from thy path;
Merry March wind, so hearty and hale,
Canst thou not pity the things that are frail?
Thou flingest each object away from thy path;
Merry March wind, so hearty and hale,
Canst thou not pity the things that are frail?
Out where the forms of our loved ones are laid,
Is not the race of thy merriment stayed?
No, I have watched thee dance gaily around,
E'en where white marble betokens a mound.
Is not the race of thy merriment stayed?
No, I have watched thee dance gaily around,
E'en where white marble betokens a mound.
Parting the long yellow grasses that fain
Would shield the cold form from the pitiless rain;
Rustling the dead leaves bestrewn o'er the earth,
Never once checking thy wildness or mirth.
Would shield the cold form from the pitiless rain;
Rustling the dead leaves bestrewn o'er the earth,
Never once checking thy wildness or mirth.
