Friday, November 23, 2018

The Oak - Tennyson

The Oak
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)


Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.

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