A. E. Housman Year Quotations

May will be fine next year as like as not: / Oh ay, but then we shall be twenty-four.

In my fourteenth year I had gone up to London for the first time, to see as many of the sights as could be got into a fortnight.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.