Friday poem: 'Loveliest of trees, the cherry now'

31 March 2017

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.
 

From A.E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad

Set in a semi-imaginary pastoral Shropshire, Housman’s verse considers the helplessness of man and the fragility of life, against the background of an achingly beautiful countryside.

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