1 In the wind of windy March 

 The catkins drop down, 

 Curly, caterpillar-like 

 Curious green and brown." 



Rosseiti. 



'A gleam of sunshine flashes o'er the plain, 

 The playful lambs arnid the meadows skip, 

 The swallow tribe pursue their sport amain, 

 And in the glassy stream their pinions dip : 

 Though rude his greeting, all rejoice to hear 

 The voice of March, for well they know that Spring is near. 1 



H. G. Adams. 



