I'VE seen the moon, with lifted wing, A white hawk -- over a cypress tree; The lover's star, the bloom of Spring, And evening folded on Tennessee. I've seen the little streams run down -- All smoke-blue, lost in faerie; And, far, the violet mountains crown The darkness breathing on Tennessee. I've seen the beautiful, so clear -- And it has gone to the heart of me; So there'll be magic ever near To me, remembering Tennessee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING RUSTIC WREATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RISUS DEI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |