A Shropshire Lad, II by A. E. Housman

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.

It’s much too late for snow here, of course. But, just the same, happy Eastertide, and happy National Poetry Month. Take some time to enjoy the spring, because it will not last forever.

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