No leaves break the brilliance.

The snowy-pink petals drape the branches entirely, yet so delicately, one deems it all a veil donned for the tree's nuptials with the spring.

For nothing could more completely personify the spirit of the spring-time.

You can almost fancy it some dryad decked for her bridal, in maidenly day-dreaming too lovely to last.

For like the plum the cherry fails in its fruit to fulfil the promise of its flower.
It would be strange indeed if so much beauty received no recognition, but it is even more strange that recognition should be so complete and so universal as it is.