Trees

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。