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Слушать(AI)There Was A Cherry-Tree
There was a cherry-tree.
Its bloomy snows Cool even now the fevered sight that knows No more its airy visions of pure joy — As when you were a boy.
There was a cherry-tree.
The Bluejay sat His blue against its white — O blue as jet He seemed there then!— But now — Whoever knew He was so pale a blue!
There was a cherry-tree — our child-eyes saw The miracle:— Its pure white snows did thaw Into a crimson fruitage, far too sweet But for a boy to eat.
There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!— There was a bloom of snow — There was a boy — There was a bluejay of the realest blue — And fruit for both of you.
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a
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