Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, <br />Purple, pink, and every hue, <br />From sunny skies, to tintings drowned <br />In dusky drops of dew, <br />I praise you all, wherever found, <br />And love you through and through--; <br />But, Blossoms On The Trees, <br />With your breath upon the breeze <br />There's nothing all the world around <br />As half as sweet as you! <br /> <br />Could the rhymer only wring <br />All the sweetness to the lees <br />Of all the kisses clustering <br />In juicy Used-to-bes, <br />To dip his rhymes therein and sing <br />The blossoms on the trees--, <br />'O Blossoms on the Trees,' <br />He would twitter, trill, and coo, <br />'However sweet, such songs as these <br />Are not as sweet as you--: <br />For you are blooming melodies <br />The eyes may listen to!'<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blossoms-on-the-trees/
