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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.
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