“ 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.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
