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 I think              never see
 A poem           a tree.

 A tree                    is prest
 Against the               flowing breast;

 A tree                   all day,
 And lifts                to pray;

 A tree             Summer wear
 A nest              her hair;

 Upon whose            has lain;
 Who intimately       with rain.

 Poems are               like me,
 But only              a tree.