NOW are the winds about us in their glee, 
Tossing the slender tree; 
Whirling the sands about his furious car, 
March cometh from afar; 
Breaks the sealed magic of old Winter?s dreams, 
And rends his glassy streams; 
Chafing with potent airs, he fiercely takes 
Their fetters from the lakes, 
And, with a power by queenly Spring supplied, 
Wakens the slumbering tide. 
 
With a wild love he seeks young Summer?s charms 
And clasps her to his arms; 
Lifting his shield between, he drives away 
Old Winter from his prey;? 
The ancient tyrant whom he boldly braves,
Goes howling to his caves; 
And, to his northern realm compelled to fly, 
Yields up the victory; 
Melted are all his bands, o?erthrown his towers, 
And March comes bringing flowers.