Whanne that Aprille with his shoures sote
The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.
CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales,_ Prologue, Line 1.
April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of returning birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds.
EMERSON: _May-day,_ Line 124.
When aince Aprile has fairly come,
An' birds may bigg in winter's lum,
An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some
O' whatna state,
Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum,
Than taks the gate.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Underwoods,_ Bk. ii., iii.