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(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
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.