The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows
Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes
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.
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The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
Joyce KilmerPage 1 of 1.
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