The Canterbury Tales — 1930 reprint by the International collectors library
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 with sweet breath
Quickened again, in every holt and heath
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
into the Ram one half his course has run
And many little birds make melody
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