Mad March,with the wind in his wings wide-spread,Leaps from heaven,and the deep dawn's arch Hails re-risen again from the dead Mad March.
Soft small flames on rowan and larch Break forth as laughter on lips that said Nought till the pulse in them beat love's march.
But the heartbeat now in the lips rose-red Speaks life to the world,and the winds that parch Bring April forth as a bride to wed Mad March.
