Analysis of Song In March

NOW are the winds about us in their glee,  
Tossing the slender tree;  
Whirling the sands about his furious car,  
March cometh from afar;  
Breaks the sealed magic of old Winter’s dreams,  
And rends his glassy streams;  
Chafing with potent airs, he fiercely takes  
Their fetters from the lakes,  
And, with a power by queenly Spring supplied,  
Wakens the slumbering tide.

With a wild love he seeks young Summer’s charms  
And clasps her to his arms;  
Lifting his shield between, he drives away  
Old Winter from his prey;—  
The ancient tyrant whom he boldly braves,
Goes howling to his caves;  
And, to his northern realm compelled to fly,  
Yields up the victory;  
Melted are all his bands, o’erthrown his towers,  
And March comes bringing flowers.