I See the snow-drops flutter
Their white wings in the gale.
I hear the robin utter
On high his gallant tale.
Look where the rash wind chases
With clouds the climbing sun!
The day makes merry faces-
Gaily her gray steeds run.
The bare brown trees are swinging,
The curled waves roll and rail.
Ho!-madcap Spring comes singing
On frosty Winter's trail!
March
Harriet Monroe
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Poem topics: snow, spring, sun, wind, winter, white, hear, brown, high, merry, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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