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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 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.