Loveliest of Trees, by A. E. Housman
The cherry trees are blooming again, the same as they do every spring. But every spring, the cherry trees have a different meaning.
Loveliest of Trees
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 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.
Here’s the poem read for Librivox by Great Plains.
Image courtesy of National Chiao Tung University’s Housman page
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