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| Loveliest of trees, the cherry now |
| Is hung with bloom along the bough, |
| And stands about the woodland ride |
Wearing white for Eastertide.
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| 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.
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| 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
A.E. Housman
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