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The Lone Tree, by Caspar David Friedrich
Lord Alfred Tennyson

Lord 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.

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