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. Maud II
2. The Miller’s Daughter
3. To the Queen (Revered, beloved — O you that hold)
4. St. Agnes’ Eve
5. The Daisy, Written at Edinburgh

Arthur Weir The Oak ("Last of its race, beside our college")

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