Once stately stood we, limb and bough
Our root and trunk, grown thickly strong,
Did thwart the wind. Did check the plow
We all alive, we all a throng.
With glee our canopy was spread
This green a shield. This green a blade
A barrier to place instead
Twixt time and age - twin villains stayed.
Then quick came rust, then quick came blight
Whence went the Oak, the Beech from sight?
Whose sturdy, trusted friendly light
Now gone, now gone. Chased day to night.
Time has sapped and pruned and pared
This fellow's copse. No longer shared
A wistful, longing glance I see,
Bare limb, bare bough surrounding me
With Autumn's fall, no spring in lee -
I am the last leaf on the tree