“The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.”

—  William Cullen Bryant

March. Reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
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American romantic poet and journalist 1794–1878

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