RURAL SONNET
... APR IL. The equinoctial gales are lult'd to rest; The early singing birds unite their strains; And timid April, by the Sun caressd, Now, with her breath of Violets, walks the plains; And, when her Lord, like some enamour'd youth, Dwells on the changeful colours of her brow. She, like some Maid, heart-certain of his truth, Smiles through her tears for bliss to share his VOW. The days extend-in ...