I think that I shall never see,
我想我从未见过一首，
A poem lovely as a tree.
美如玉树的诗章。

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest,
一棵张着饥饿嘴巴的树，
against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
紧压在大地甘美而流畅的乳房上；

A tree that looks at God all day，
一棵整天望着神的树，
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
举起枝叶繁茂的手臂来祈祷；

A tree that may in summer wear ,
一棵树在夏日里可能，
A nest of robins in her hair;
戴着一窝知更鸟在头发上；

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
雪花堆积在她的怀抱里；
Who intimately lives with the rain.
雨水也和她亲切地生活在一起。

Poems are made by fools like me,
像我这样愚笨的人可以做诗，
But only God can make a tree.
但唯有神方能造树。