I want to give this try without Dict.

Wish that April with his sweet showers
Had pierced (or dispercer) the draught of March to the root
And bathed every vine in such 'liquour'
Of which ( something like pollination? )
And Zephyrus working with his sweet breath
Had inspired in every wood and heath
The tender crops. And the sun in the sign of the ram
would have run half his course....