Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A. E. Housman (1859–1936).
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