The Cherry Trees
Under pure skies of April blue I stood,
Where in wild beauty cherries were in blow;
And, as sweet fancy willed, see there I could
Boughs thick with blossom, or inch-deep in snow.
Where in wild beauty cherries were in blow;
And, as sweet fancy willed, see there I could
Boughs thick with blossom, or inch-deep in snow.
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