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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Acorn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An acorn swung<br>On an oak-tree bough;<br>So long it had hung,<br>It would fain fall now<br>To the kindly earth,<br>That its germ within<br>Might burst into birth,<br>And its life begin.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the autumn came<br>With its burning hand,<br>And each leaf grew a flame,<br>And each bough a brand.<br>And a worm came up<br>And began to eat<br>Though the hard, dry cup<br>To the acorn sweet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the acorn thought,<br>“I shall soon see now<br>The life I have sought,<br>When I fall from the bough;<br>For the worm gnaws through<br>Each tendon slight,<br>That about me grew,<br>And bound me tight.”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And with dying day<br>Came the zephyr’s sound;<br>And the acorn lay<br>Next morn on the ground;<br>But its germ was gone<br>By the worm’s sharp teeth;<br>And the ground it had won<br>Was its grave in death.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Francis+William+Bourdillon">Francis William Bourdillon</a></strong></div>