Question

Search for a short poem in your mother tounge about tree and trance late 2 stanza in english

Answer 1

Answer:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastern tide.

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 …

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