‘ MARZO PAZZO’

Mad March, with the wind in his wings wide-spread,

Leaps from heaven, and the deep dawn's arch

Hails re-risen again from the dead

Mad March.

Soft small flames on rowan and larch

Break forth as laughter on lips that said

Nought till the pulse in them beat love's march.

But the heartbeat now in the lips rose-red

Speaks life to the world, and the winds that parch

Bring April forth as a bride to wed

Mad March.