The Blossoms on the Trees
Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, Purple, pink, and every hue, From sunny skies, to tintings drowned In dusky drops of dew, I praise you all, wherever found, And love you through and through; But, Blossoms On The Trees, With your breath upon the breeze There's nothing all the world around As half as sweet as you! Could the rhymer only wring All the sweetness to the lees Of all the kisses clustering In juicy Used-to-bes, To dip his rhymes therein and sing The blossoms on the trees, "O Blossoms on the Trees," He would twitter, trill, and coo, "However sweet, such songs as these Are not as sweet as you: For you are blooming melodies The eyes may listen to!"
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"Blossoms crimson, white, or blue,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Whitcomb Riley delivers a powerful performance in "The Blossoms on the Trees"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...