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.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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I came to know about the Poem, 'The Oak' five years ago. This is my best English poem that I have ever known. I like to write a poem though it is in Korean, and later I tried to translate into English. Thank you for all the services and poems in PoemHunter.com!