I Think That I Shall Never See
A Poem Lovely As A Tree
A Tree Whose Hungry Mouth Is Prest
Against The Earth'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 Bosom Snow Has Lain;
Who Intimately Lives With Rain
Poems Are Made By Fools Like Me,
But Only GOD Can Make A Tree.
- Joyce Kilmer
