Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A. E. Housman, from A Shropshire Lad
January 5, 2012 at 12:31 am
Perfect, absolutely perfect!!
January 15, 2012 at 10:07 pm
Thank you :)
March 16, 2012 at 10:26 pm
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