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I think that I shall never see


A poem lovely as a tree.


A tree whose hungry mouth is prest


Against the sweet earth's 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.

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