But only God can make a tree. |
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 Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree |
It is stern work, it is perilous work to thrust your hand in the sun And pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men. |
The air is like a butterfly/ With frail blue wings/ The happy earth looks at the sky/ And sings. |
There is no peace to be taken/ With poets who are young,/ For they worry about the wars to be fought/ and the songs that must be sung. |