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A cabin on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook / Where door and windows open wide that 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 enchanted waters pour 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 being through / Is but a ruddy berry dropped down through the purple air, / And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere.