Loveliest of Trees
Loveliests 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.
by A. E. Housman, 1859 – 1936
P.S. Thank you Michele for reminding me of this poem! 🙂
Alfred Edward Housman was born in Fockbury, Worcestershire, England, on March 26, 1859, the eldest of seven children. Housman only published two volumes of poetry during his life: A Shropshire Lad (1896) and Last Poems (1922).
The trees are so beautiful,that you can almost smell them!
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