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Poem by Francis William Bourdillon


The Acorn


An acorn swung
On an oak-tree bough;
So long it had hung,
It would fain fall now
To the kindly earth,
That its germ within
Might burst into birth,
And its life begin.

And the autumn came
With its burning hand,
And each leaf grew a flame,
And each bough a brand.
And a worm came up
And began to eat
Though the hard, dry cup
To the acorn sweet.

And the acorn thought,
I shall soon see now
The life I have sought,
When I fall from the bough;
For the worm gnaws through
Each tendon slight,
That about me grew,
And bound me tight.

And with dying day
Came the zephyrs sound;
And the acorn lay
Next morn on the ground;
But its germ was gone
By the worms sharp teeth;
And the ground it had won
Was its grave in death.



Francis William Bourdillon


Francis William Bourdillon's other poems:
  1. Christmas Roses
  2. The Regions of Love
  3. On the South Downs
  4. A Spring Evening
  5. Drought


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