March is the month of expectation,
The things we do not know,
The Persons of Prognostication
Are coming now.
We try to sham becoming firmness,
But pompous joy
Betrays us, as his first betrothal
Betrays a boy. ~Emily Dickinson
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough. ~A.E. Houseman
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