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.
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"(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Joyce Kilmer (Joyce) delivers a powerful performance in "Trees"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...