A Wild-March Morning, Alfred Lord Tennyson And in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
March Morning, by John Atkinson Grimshaw
EJS died on the 9th of March, many years ago. I've missed you forever Dad.