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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD |