March

Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing It is the wind of March.

— March

Like an army defeatedThe rain is over and gone.

— March

March. Its tree, Juniper. Its stone, Bloodstone. Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."

— March

Ah, March! we know thou artAnd, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

— March

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

— March

The ides of March are come.

— March

In fierce March weather Like foam or sand.

— March

With rushing winds and gloomy skies March!

— March

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

— March