by AE Housman (1859 - 1936)
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 three score 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.
All photos taken in BC, Canada.
Such beautiful blooms!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, however it made me a little sad...or maybe just wistful. Those blooms surely don't last long, so we better enjoy them while we can!
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