Oak-Leaves

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Title:     Oak-Leaves
Author: Helen Leah Reed [More Titles by Reed]

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.

[The end]
Helen Leah Reed's poem: Oak-Leaves

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