Connla's Well

A cabin the mountainside 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.