Oh, winter oaks, you give me courage— You who prate not at all Of Future loveliness, You, who rest tranquil and serene Clad in your dull, grey garb, Boasting no distant beauty, Simply content to be obedient To today's demand! In such a little while Your tight, dark buds Will answer the sun's call And burst into rich leaf, Then you will wear a regal loveliness, But, for today, you are quite satisfied To stand there stark and gaunt. Is it, oh, winter oaks, Because you know Spring's miracle so well? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS |