Oak-Leaves
Crinkled oak-leaves, twinkling in the sun, Splashed by midday showers, dripping cold - Serrate oak-leaves, silvered by the sun That has brushed yon dull brown grass with gold. Green and crinkled oak leaves, tremble now - Strong you would be, strong would be and bold, Ah! green oak-leaves, you are trembling now - By the saucy wind deceived - cajoled! Trembling oak leaves - you are soon to fall, Soon to hide the earth with yellowing mould Twinkling, crinkling oak-leaves, soon you'll fall For the autumn sun is shining cold.
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