Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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About the woodlands I will go
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
Twenty will not come again,
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
And stands about the woodland ride
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Twenty will not come again,
Fifty springs are little room,
And since to look at things in bloom
To see the cherry hung with snow.
And take from seventy springs a score,
Fifty springs are little room,
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
To see the cherry hung with snow.
It only leaves me fifty more.
Wearing white for Eastertide.
And stands about the woodland ride
About the woodlands I will go
And take from seventy springs a score,
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You've successfully reconstructed the poem! Your understanding of poetry and attention to detail is impressive.
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.
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.