A
think I shall never see
poem lovely us
tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prost
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lipts its leapy arms to pray,
A tree that
mary
in
Summer wear
A rest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bossom bosom snow hal has lain
Who intimately lives with rain.
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Poems are made by pool's like me.
But only God can make a tree.
1.
What is the theme
of
the poem!
2
tree
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