This is such a beautiful day, warm and clear. I have posted an assortment of sad poems here so today I thought I'd include one that's a little more upbeat. Here's, "Loveliest of Trees" by A.E. Houseman. It's one of those poems that turns up in all the collections of favorite, best-loved poems. Some might consider it a little sappy but It's ideal for today.
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.
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.
Here's a picture of the cherry trees outside the parking garage where I work. I took it a few days ago. They have faded already but were striking at the time.
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