Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed

Their snow-white blossoms on my head,

With brightest sunshine round me spread

Of Spring's unclouded weather

In this sequestered nook how sweet

To sit upon my orchard seat,

And birds and flowers once more to greet,

My last year's friends together.

~ William Wordsworth

~ Wm. Wordsworth, English Romantic Poet (April 7, 1770 - April 23, 1850)