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Like some reformer, who with mien austere, / Neglected dress, and loud insistent tones, / More rasping than the wrongs which she bemoans, / Walks through the land and wearies all who hear, / While yet we know the need of such reform; / So comes unlovely March, with wind and storm, / To break the spell of winter, and set free / The poisoned brooks and crocus beds oppressed. / Severe of face, gaunt-armed, and wildly dressed, / She is not fair nor beautiful to see. / But merry April and sweet smiling May / Come not till March has first prepared the way.