for my father

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.