An Old Oak to a Young Year

Crown of stars,
Cloak of gold -
Older than your
Oldest old -
Stand to watch
The ages fly...
Clouds across
A fading sky.

I shall stand,
With starlit head,
And bemoan
Your empty dead.
I shall stand
And hear the sigh
Of a life-age
Passing by.


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