The Oak - by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 The Oak
by 

Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.   

 

Where are you really, really from? - by TPO

Where are you really, really from? 

by TPO *
with help from "Dear Prudence" **

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*TPO (HG) responds: Don't know ... I was a foundling!
** "Dear Prudence" (aka Emily Yoffe) is found at ...  slate.com