Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my [two] score years and ten [and six more],
Twenty will not come again,
And take from [fifty] springs a score,
It only leaves me [twenty or thirty] more.
And since to look at things in bloom
[Twenty or thirty] springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the [dogwood] hung with snow.
A.E. Housman, with HG edit.
the above photos were taken from my deck on April 9, 2011, 7:53 pm