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James Whitcomb Riley - There Was A Cherry-Tree
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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.
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