Sunday Twelfth April. The Coronet Diaries.

When April with his showers sweet with fruit  The drought of March has pierced unto the root  And bathed each vein with liquor that has power  To generate therein and sire the flower;  When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,  Quickened again, in every holt and heath,  The tender shoots and buds, and the [...]