The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost, br The very oak grows shivering and sere, br The trees are barren when the summer's lost: br But one tree keeps its goodness all the year. br br Green pine, unchanging as the days go by, br Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky: br My shelter from all winds, my own strong pine, br 'Tis spring, 'tis summer, still, while thou art mine.