Verse 1: I think that I shall never see
  A poem lovely as a tree
  A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against A Tree the earth’s sweet flowing breast

Verse 2: a tree that looks at God all day
  And lifts her leafy leaves to pray
  A tree that may in summer wear
  A nest of robins in her hair

Verse 3: 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

Verse 4: a tree that lies in the woods
  Keeps its branches so flowy
  Its roots so timber upon the base
  Of the forest amidst the color
  That it shows greenery and scaling