Trees

 Trees

Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry.  1919.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

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,         5

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.  10

  

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.