Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now


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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Topic of this poem: trees

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  • Rookie - 978 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (10/5/2014 2:41:00 AM)

    Like most other poems of Housman, this one is characterized by its exquisite simplicity and beauty. The subtle reminder of the ephemeral nature of life introduces a note of sadness, which makes the poem all the more sweet. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kathryn Heise (2/2/2007 3:09:00 PM)

    I read this first when I was only twenty. Now at forty, I've only thirty springs left, so I recite this regularly each spring.

    Housman is so simple and sweet, but true. (Report) Reply

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