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.