R
Robert Harrison
Guest
Of all my favored months, thou art the fairest
My blessed March. For thou art the mother of all
Of England’s flowers. Thou, whom pitiless Winter
Despises. For from thy presence she is banished to another
Moment in time where she will, in all wretchedness
Await out the months in the shadow of thy most
Refreshing opulence. Oh March; thou who bringest
Forth verdurous spires from Winters congealed earth.
In celebrated resurrection do nature’s wonders submit
To thy command. And a golden sun rises in majestic
Elevated orb giving salutation to thy presence
My blessed March. For thou art the mother of all
Of England’s flowers. Thou, whom pitiless Winter
Despises. For from thy presence she is banished to another
Moment in time where she will, in all wretchedness
Await out the months in the shadow of thy most
Refreshing opulence. Oh March; thou who bringest
Forth verdurous spires from Winters congealed earth.
In celebrated resurrection do nature’s wonders submit
To thy command. And a golden sun rises in majestic
Elevated orb giving salutation to thy presence
