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The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

— Joyce Kilmer Trees and Other Poems (1914)

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

Trees and Other Poems (1914)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

Trees and Other Poems (1914)

Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;
It is a linnet's fluting after rain.

Main Street and Other Poems (1917)

The song within your heart could never rise
Until love bade it spread its wings and soar.

Main Street and Other Poems (1917)

There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face.
And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendour shining through Its veil.

Trees and Other Poems (1914)

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