"The Oak"

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

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.