A poem I can relate to through age and this time of year - winter is here for those visitors from other continents.
| A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896. |
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| II. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now |
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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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| About the woodlands I will go | |
| To see the cherry hung with snow. | |
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