Plus quam verba

Körsbärdsträden i full blom




Lovelist 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


Alfred Edward Housman 1859-1936


Glad påsk!