Poem by Alfred Tennyson

The Oak

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. 

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. The Lord of Burleigh
4. O True and Tried
5. The Sailor Boy

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