Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Loveliest of Trees

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Loveliest of Trees A.E. Housman 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.
This is a poem my grandma would recite recently, often becoming too emotional to finish. She loved poetry, and knew so many poems, but this one seems right for now.


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