Loveliest of TreesLOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now | |
Is hung with bloom along the bough, | |
And stands about the woodland ride | |
Wearing white for Eastertide. | |
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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. | |
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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. |
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