Be ye in love with April-tide?
    I’ faith, in love am I!
  For now ’t is sun, and now ’t is shower,
  And now ’t is frost, and now ’t is flower,
And now ’t is Laura laughing-eyed,
    And now ’t is Laura shy.

Ye doubtful days, O slower glide!
    Still smile and frown, O sky!
  Some beauty unforeseen I trace
  In every...