Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now

Loveliest of trees the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bongh,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eadtertide.

Now,of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take froom 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 l will go

To see the cherry hung with snow