I think That I Shall never see A poem as 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 left hers hands to pray A tree that may in summer wear a nest Of robins in her hair upon whore bosom snow Who intemately lives in the rain Poems A r e Matte B y Fools Like M e B u t Only G o d Can make a tree