I rambled in an orchard old
Where gentle winds were blowing,
And saw the blooming cherry trees
Their petals downward snowing.
‘O stay, sweet blossoms!’ cried I then,
‘Withhold your wasteful showers;
Why will ye scatter thus and fade,
Ye dainty cherry-flowers?
As when in some fond dream we see
That die which most we cherish,
So when we love you best, alas,
Ye flutter down and perish!’
(John Russell Hayes)
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