There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows <br />Cool even now the fevered sight that knows <br />No more its airy visions of pure joy -- <br />As when you were a boy. <br /> <br />There was a cherry-tree. The Bluejay sat <br />His blue against its white -- O blue as jet <br />He seemed there then!-- But now -- Whoever knew <br />He was so pale a blue! <br /> <br />There was a cherry-tree -- our child-eyes saw <br />The miracle:-- Its pure white snows did thaw <br />Into a crimson fruitage, far too sweet <br />But for a boy to eat. <br /> <br />There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!-- <br />There was a bloom of snow -- There was a boy -- <br />There was a bluejay of the realest blue -- <br />And fruit for both of you.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-a-cherry-tree/
