Saturday, November 20, 2021

Poem: “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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