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108 POEMS.
VI. MARCH.
T X 7E like March, his shoes are purple,
- * He is new and high ;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes he forest dry ; Knows the adder's tongue his coming,
And begets her spot. Stands the sun so close and mighty
That our minds are hot. News is he of all the others ;
Bold it were to die With the blue-birds buccaneering
On his British sky.
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