A Year's Carols: 04 - April

Crowned April, king whose kiss bade earth
Bring forth to time her lordliest birth
When Shakespeare from thy lips drew breath
And laughed to hold in one soft hand
A spell that bade the world's wheel stand,
And power on life, and power on death;
With choiring suns and sunbright showers
Praise him, the flower of all thy flowers.