March, that comes roaring, maned, with rampant paws, br And bleatingly withdraws; br March,--'tis the year's fantastic nondescript, br That, born when frost hath nipped br The shivering fields, or tempest scarred the hills, br Dies crowned with daffodils. br The month of the renewal of the earth br By mingled death and birth: br But, England! in this latest of thy years br Call it--the Month of Tears.