Poem by Joyce Kilmer

Trees

(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.

1. The Cathedral of Rheims
2. To Certain Poets
3. Houses
4. Thanksgiving
5. St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars

Madison Cawein Trees ("Trees, so he said and laid him lovingly")

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