The cherry-snows are falling now;
         Down from the blossom-clouded sky
        Of zephyr-troubled twig and bough,
         In widely settling whirls they fly.

        The orchard earth, unclothed and brown,
         Is wintry-hued with petals bright;
        E'en as the snow they glimmer down;
         Brief as the snow's their stainless white.

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