Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

¹Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

²Is hung with bloom along the bough,

³And stands about the woodland ride

⁴Wearing white for Eastertide.

⁵Now, of my threescore years and ten,

⁶Twenty will not come again,

⁷And take from seventy springs a score,

⁸It only leaves me fifty more.

⁹And since to look at things in bloom

¹⁰Fifty springs are little room,

¹¹About the woodlands I will go

¹²To see the cherry hung with snow.