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...IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |