March, thou bully grim and gruff,
Ever grumbling, hoarse, and rough!
Always howling at the door
Of the rich man or the poor;
Screaming words that do not reach—
Words unlike our human speech.
Down the hollow chimney-bore,
Hark the raging tyrant’s roar!
Beat not with thy sleety flail,
Or the keen lash of thy hail,