I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree

But only God can make a tree.

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.