A CABIN on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook <br />Where door and windows open wide that friendly stars may look. <br />The rabbit shy can patter in, the winds may enter free, <br />Who throng around the mountain throne in living ecstasy. <br /> <br /> <br />And when the sun sets dimmed in eve and purple fills the air, <br />I think the sacred Hazel Tree is dropping berries there <br />From starry fruitage waved aloft where Connla's Well o'erflows; <br />For sure the enchanted waters run through every wind that blows. <br /> <br /> <br />I think when night towers up aloft and shakes the trembling dew, <br />How every high and lonely thought that thrills my being through <br />Is but a ruddy berry dropped down through the purple air, <br />And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nuts-of-knowledge/
