There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April…. The sun trembles in his own soft rays…. The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday…. though there is warmth enough for a sense of luxury, there is coolness enough for exertion.

Thomas Wentworth Higginson, “April Days,” 1861

The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!

Robert Browning