Sunday, April 08, 2007

Eastertide

An Easter poem from A.E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad. This applies in England, I'm sure, though here today I'd say that the trees are wearing white, not blooms, but snowdrifts. Still, similar in effect, and I'm sure that soon we'll be seeing some blooms, soon, really!

II : from A Shropshire Lad

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.

A. E. Housman

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