text:  Thus modernized by Mr Home:-- "When that sweet April showers with downward shoot The drought of March have pierc'd unto the root And bathed every vein with liquid power Whose virtue rare engendereth the flower; When Zephyrus also with his fragrant breath Inspired hath in every grove and heath The tender shoots of green and the young sun Hath in the Ram one half his journey run And small birds in the trees make melody That sleep and dream all night with open eye; So nature stirs all energies and ages That folk are bent to go on pilgrimages " &c