Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
and stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white at Eastertide
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| Julie Magers |
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.
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| National Geo |
May you be blessed by the joy of looking at things in bloom!
From, Gwen