Loveliest of trees, the cherry now <br />Is hung with bloom along the bough, <br />And stands about the woodland ride <br />Wearing white for Eastertide. <br /> <br />Now, of my threescore years and ten, <br />Twenty will not come again, <br />And take from seventy springs a score, <br />It only leaves me fifty more. <br /> <br />And since to look at things in bloom <br />Fifty springs are little room, <br />About the woodlands I will go <br />To see the cherry hung with snow.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loveliest-of-trees-the-cherry-now/
