The burning of the leaves | ||
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The Cherry Trees
Out of the dusk of distant woods
All round beneath the April skies
Blossom-white, the cherry trees
Like lovely apparitions rise,
All round beneath the April skies
Blossom-white, the cherry trees
Like lovely apparitions rise,
Like spirits strange to this ill world,
White strangers from a world apart,
Like silent promises of peace,
Like hope that blossoms in the heart.
White strangers from a world apart,
Like silent promises of peace,
Like hope that blossoms in the heart.
The burning of the leaves | ||