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...THE SKELETON IN ARMOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMEMBER OR FORGET by C. HAMILTON AIDE THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B. |