• I think that i shall never see
    A poem lovely as a tree
    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the Eart's Sweet Flowing
    Breast;

    A tree That looks at God all day;
    And Lifts Her Leafy Arms To Pray
    A tree that may in summer wear;
    A Nest Of Robins In Her Hair,

    Upon Whose Bossom Snow Has Lain;
    Who Intimately Lives With Rain;
    Poems Are Made By Fools Like Me
    But Only God Can Make A Tree.