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MARCH.

The desert winds of Araby
With hotter glow the brown sands parch;
But not the storm of the Hellespont
Drives fiercer than the winds of March.
How still the silence of its death,—
How hushed the earth when it has past;
Fiercest of all the giant winds—
Is thy unresting blast.