(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 CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT WINTER, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD |