Spinosa
by
A mighty oak here ruined lies,
Its top was wont to kiss the skies,
Why is it now o’erthrown?–
The peasants needed, so they said,
Its wood wherewith to build a shed,
And so they’ve cut it down.
A mighty oak here ruined lies,
Its top was wont to kiss the skies,
Why is it now o’erthrown?–
The peasants needed, so they said,
Its wood wherewith to build a shed,
And so they’ve cut it down.