Wednesday, March 3, 2021

THE OAK - by Alfred Lord Tennyson

 



THE  OAK

by Alfred Lord Tennyson


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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