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A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period~
When March is scarcely here.
-Emily Dickinson~
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The stormy March has come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
-William Cullen Bryant
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I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun,
And crocus fires are kindling one by one.
-Christina Rossetti
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And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Marilyn's Place
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