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. Joyce Kilmer More Quotes by Joyce Kilmer More Quotes From Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer nature inspirational love The air is like a butterfly Joyce Kilmer butterfly spring happiness I think that I shall never see A poem 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 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. Joyce Kilmer nature summer sweet The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light. Joyce Kilmer angel light sweet The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes Joyce Kilmer journey reason home They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years,And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears.It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far,But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are. Joyce Kilmer tears house years I suppose I passed it a hundred times, But I always stop for a minute. And look at the house, the tragic house, The house with nobody in it. Joyce Kilmer house success looks In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, Joyce Kilmer fighting men lying There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride. Joyce Kilmer brides old-age age At present, I am a poet trying to be a soldier. To tell the truth, I am not interested in writing nowadays, except in so far as writing is the expression of something beautiful ... The only sort of book I care to write about the war is the sort people will read after the war is over - a century after it is over. Joyce Kilmer beautiful war book Poems are made by fools like me, Joyce Kilmer fool nature tree I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man. Joyce Kilmer tree men thinking There is no peace to be taken Joyce Kilmer taken song war For nothing keeps a poet Joyce Kilmer hunger unattainable singing It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun Joyce Kilmer fire heart men Things have a terrible permanence when people die. Joyce Kilmer terrible dying people What matters Death, if Freedom be not dead? Joyce Kilmer what-matters fighting fire IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE Joyce Kilmer fashion pain lying When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet still know beautiful paths. Joyce Kilmer me daughter faith beautiful I believed in the Catholic position, the Catholic view of ethics and aesthetics, for a long time. But I wanted something not intellectual, some conviction not mental - in fact I wanted faith. Joyce Kilmer ethics faith time long