There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,     There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,     And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. […] Berries and fruits of all kinds grew there in plenty, and in the very center of the island was a cave which served well for a house. […] She was so much pleased with its shape that she filled it with her autumn fruits and flowers and took it for her emblem. […] “She filled the horn with her autumn fruits.” […] My cave is in the heart of the mountain, where the heat of the midday sun is never felt, nor the icy cold of midwinter; there you will find trees laden with rosy apples, and vines with clusters of golden and purple grapes; there you may gather the wild red strawberries in the woodland shade; there will I bring you chestnuts and the fruit of all the other trees.