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.

0

Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button.

Add The Oak to your own personal library.

Return to the Alfred Lord Tennyson Home Page, or . . . Read the next poem; The Owl