• No days such honored days as these! While yet
    Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
    For some fair thing which should forever bide
    On earth, her beauteous memory to set
    In fitting frame that no age could forget,
    Her name in lovely April's name did hide,
    And leave it there, eternally allied
    To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.

    Helen Hunt Jackson, “A Calendar Of Sonnets: April”