The Oak ~ Tennyson Ray Calabrese 6 years ago Spread the love The Oak Alfred 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. Inspire others, please share: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Today’s Poem ~ The OakDateFebruary 7, 2020In relation toinspirationIn Memoriam A.H.H. ~ A New Year’s Eve Poem by Alfred Lord TennysonDateDecember 31, 2023In relation toPoemsCrossing the Bar ~ A Poem by Alfred Lord TennysonDateOctober 27, 2025In relation tolove
