Connla's well

A cabin on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook,

With door and windows 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.