(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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS WHERE YOUR FEET GO by JOSEPH AUSLANDER PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |