1I think that I shall never see
2A poem lovely as a tree.
3A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
4Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
5A tree that looks at God all day,
6And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
7A tree that may in Summer wear
8A nest of robins in her hair;
9Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
10Who intimately lives with rain.
11Poems are made by fools like me,
12But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer, Trees and Other Poems (New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914), p. 18. PS 3521 I38T7 1914 Robarts Library.
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