Poetry, Song, & Folklore
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Sing for the Oak Tree,
The monarch of the wood;
Sing for the Oak Tree,
That groweth green and good;
That groweth broad and branching
Within the forest shade;
That groweth now, and yet shall grow
When we are lowly laid!
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- Mary Howitt -
The Oak Tree
Hoarsely to the midnight moon
Voiced the oak his rugged rune:
"Harken, sibyl Moon, to me;
Heat the saga of the Tree."
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- William Henry Venable -
Saga of the Oak