Calendar of Sonnets, A

<SPAN name="march"></SPAN> <h2><SPAN href="images/head-mar.png"><ANTIMG width-obs="40%" src="images/head-mar.png" alt="March" /></SPAN></h2> <p>Month which the warring ancients strangely styled<br/> The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways<br/> Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days<br/> I find no war in Nature, though the wild<br/> Winds clash and clang, and broken boughs are piled<br/> At feet of writhing trees. The violets raise<br/> Their heads without affright, without amaze,<br/> And sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child.<br/> And he who watches well may well discern<br/> Sweet expectation in each living thing.<br/> Like pregnant mother the sweet earth doth yearn;<br/> In secret joy makes ready for the spring;<br/> And hidden, sacred, in her breast doth bear<br/> Annunciation lilies for the year.</p> <p align="center" style="margin: 0%"><SPAN href="images/vign-03.png"><ANTIMG width-obs="40%" src="images/vign-03.png" alt="Vignette 3" /></SPAN></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />