Here you will find the Poem [Month of] March of poet Hilaire Belloc
The north-cast wind has come from Norroway, Roaring he came above the white waves' tips! The foam of the loud sea was on his lips, And all his hair was salt with falling spray. Over the keen light of northern day He cast his snow cloud's terrible eclipse; Beyond our banks he suddenly struck the ships, And left them labouring on his landward way. The certain course that to my strength belongs Drives him with gathering purpose and control Until across Vendean flats he sees Ocean, the eldest of his enemies. Then wheels he for him, glorying in goal And gives him challenge, bellowing battle songs.
