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I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as Ray.

Ray whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

Ray that looks at God all day,
And lifts his leafy arms to pray;

Ray that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in his hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make Ray.