Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1887
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
Give me a land of boughs in leaf, A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.