Tree

I think that I shall never see,

A poem as lovely as a tree.

~ Joyce Kilmer

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Working drafts of this poem included:

I think that I shall never tell,
Of anything lovely as a shell.

I think that I shall never gawk,
At anything lovely as a rock.

I think that I shall never glower,
At anything as lovely as a flower.

I think the tree thing was the best choice.