March

A KNAVISH-IEMPERED , disrespectful youth
Is this same March, with rude derisive peals
Larking along at Winter's tottering heels,
Mocking the white-haired wizard without ruth,
Stamping the slush about his legs forsooth,
The while in impotence the victim wheels
To threaten chastisement — with weakness reels —
And bares his ugly frost-envenomed tooth.

March must be taught his manners: in there comes
To warm his breeches good old Master Sun —
Right lusty mellower he of rough and wild.
A few days' drilling — sniff! a scent of gums,
Twigs fringed with color; thus reform's begun.
Watch! ere you know it — was that April smiled?
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