Under a Cherry Tree

O Cherry Tree! O Cherry Tree!

That Spring-time was so fair:

Thy boughs were a white heaven to me,

For He was there.

O Cherry Tree, glad Cherry Tree!

He said my red lips were

Richer than thy ripe fruit: ah me!

He kiss'd me there.

O Cherry Tree, sad Cherry Tree!

Now are thy branches bare:

The leafless boughs repeat to me --

He is not there.