I placed a jar in Tennessee，

    And round it was， upon a hill.

    It made the slovenly wilderness

    Surround that hill.

    The wilderness rose up to it，

    And sprawled around， no longer wild.

    The jar was round upon the ground

    And tall and of a port in air.

    It took dominion everywhere.

    The jar was gray and bare.

    It did not give of bird or bush，

    Like nothing else in Tennessee.