Poetically Put: From a Shropshire Lad

The first poem I ever memorized (and also the first I've ever forgotten), the following is appropriate for a number of reasons. Firstly, I'm roughly the age of twenty (add two years) and there are cherry trees in D.C.

There you have it.

Regardless, it's always been a favorite of mine, though it's not particularly obscure or highfalutin. So, enjoy. Oh, and try to memorize it. I'm trying again right now (twelve lines is a terrible burden).

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.

--A.E. Housman