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