A cabin on the mountain-side hid in a grassy nook, With door and window open wide, where friendly stars may look, The rabbit shy can patter in, the winds may enter free Who throng around the mountain throne in living ecstasy And when the sun sets dimmed in eve, and purple fills the air, I think the sacred hazel-tree is dropping berries there, From starry fruitage waved aloft where Connla's well o'erflows; For, sure, the immortal waters run through every wind that blows. I think, when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew, How every high and lonely thought that thrills my spirit through Is but a shining berry dropped down through the purple air, And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |