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/ This is the tomboy month of all the year, / March, who comes shouting o'er the winter hills, / Waking the world with laughter, as she wills, / Or wild halloos, a windflower in her ear. / She stops a moment by the half-thawed mere / And whistles to the wind, and straightway shrills / The hyla's song, and hoods of daffodils / Crowd golden round her, leaning their heads to hear. / Then through the woods, that drip with all their eaves, / Her mad hair blown about her, loud she goes / Singing and calling to the naked trees; / And straight the oilets of the little leaves / Open their eyes in wonder, rows on rows, / And the first bluebird bugles to the breeze.