The fallen oak still keeps its yellow leaves But all its growth is o'er! So, at your name, my heart still beats and grieves Although I love no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |