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. Cool resource for poetry: Classic Poetry Aloud The Oak at Classic Poetry Aloud |
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