THE NUTS OF KNOWLEDGE

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.

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IMMORTALITY

We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire;

For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return

If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire,

As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn.

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