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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! "