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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I loved this poem. I especially liked how Tennyson managed to keep each line rhyming and with only three beats in each line.
Livvy from Canada