A tree. At Sunset (in Tennessee) I’ve seen the moonk 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 purple mountains crown The darkness breathing on Tennessee. I’ve seen the Beautiful, so clear It sure has gone to the heart of me- And there’ ll be magic ever near To me, remembering Tennessee - John Galsworthy