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Brian Boyd (and others?) has pointed out the appearance of "hazel shade" in
Scott's "Lady of the Lake." I did a little poking about and found another
possibility--though much more obscure and, I suppose, unlikely. I have in
front of me a copy of _Father Dollard's Poems_ (1910), which is a
collection of Rev'd James B. Dollards Irish Ballads, Sonnets, and Religious
& Occasional poems. It was published by The Catholic Church Extension
Society of Canada (Toronto).
In the preface, Dollard writes that "[t]here is a certain glamor of ancient
days, a weird fairy-spell ever brooding there o'er the shadowy vales, the
ruined castles, and the enchanted raths--the homes of the mysterious Sidhe--
that is altogether wanting in this modern, hustling, matter-of-fact Western
land. The Irish at home have always been a most spiritual people, and the
Unseen Powers were ever as much present to them as the very elements of
Nature."
Anyway, it so happens that the first poem in the book is "The Haunted
Hazel." I'll include the whole thing below, but I would especially point
out the following line: "And sudden feel the chilling of the haunted
hazel's shade." Given Boyd's theory of Hazel's ghost, isn't "haunted hazel"
rather delightful? As I said, I have no proof that VN knew this poem. The
only connection I could find was that both VN and Dollard seemed to admire
the Georgian poets--Dollard later wrote a sonnet in memory of Rupert Brooke.
Matt Roth
The Haunted Hazel
ADOWN a quiet glen where the gowan-berries glisten
And the linnet, shyest bird of all, his wild note warbles free;
Where the scented woodbine-blossoms, o'er the brooklet, bend to listen,
There stands upon a mossy bank, a white-hazel tree.
Oh! fair it is to view, when the zephyr rustles lightly,
And warm sunlight glances back from polished bole and branch;
For then like wavelets on a rill the pendent leaves flash brightly,
And daisies nod in concert, round the column straight and staunch.
But when the day is ended, and the solemn moon is shining,
And shadows grim and ghostly, fall on grove and glen and lea,
Then godless elves their fairy paths with glow-worm lamps are lining,
And potent spells of magic bind this white-hazel tree!
For from their gorgeous palaces the fairy bands come stealing,
To dance in sportive circles on the never bending moss;
And the velvet-soft caressing of their finger-touches healing,
Brings to the sere white-hazel bark again its youthful gloss.
And round and round they skip and glide, in strange fantastic measure,
To weird, unhallowed melodies of fairy minstrelsy,
Yet mortal ear may never hear those sounds of elfin pleasure,
And no whisper of its secrets gives the white-hazel tree!
But should the peasant wander nigh that baleful bower, unthinking,
And sudden feel the chilling of the haunted hazel's shade,
A nameless horror seizes on his spirit, bowed and shrinking,
And making oft the Holy Sign, he hurries home dismayed.
For maid that treads the path of doom beneath the hazel's shadow,
Shall be the bride of Death, they say, before a month has flown;
And laughing swain, in pride of strength, who crossed at eve the meadow,
Shall moulder 'neath the matted moss, e'er yet that mead is mown!
So, in the solemn hours of night the fairies dance unharmed,
Till thro' gray dawn the haggard moon her waning span doth dree,
Then from the blessèd sunbeam flies the evil power that charmed,
And fairy spell is lifted from the white-hazel tree!
[EDNOTE. Mary McCarthy first identified the allusion to Scott in her review essay, "A Bolt from the Blue." -- SES]
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Scott's "Lady of the Lake." I did a little poking about and found another
possibility--though much more obscure and, I suppose, unlikely. I have in
front of me a copy of _Father Dollard's Poems_ (1910), which is a
collection of Rev'd James B. Dollards Irish Ballads, Sonnets, and Religious
& Occasional poems. It was published by The Catholic Church Extension
Society of Canada (Toronto).
In the preface, Dollard writes that "[t]here is a certain glamor of ancient
days, a weird fairy-spell ever brooding there o'er the shadowy vales, the
ruined castles, and the enchanted raths--the homes of the mysterious Sidhe--
that is altogether wanting in this modern, hustling, matter-of-fact Western
land. The Irish at home have always been a most spiritual people, and the
Unseen Powers were ever as much present to them as the very elements of
Nature."
Anyway, it so happens that the first poem in the book is "The Haunted
Hazel." I'll include the whole thing below, but I would especially point
out the following line: "And sudden feel the chilling of the haunted
hazel's shade." Given Boyd's theory of Hazel's ghost, isn't "haunted hazel"
rather delightful? As I said, I have no proof that VN knew this poem. The
only connection I could find was that both VN and Dollard seemed to admire
the Georgian poets--Dollard later wrote a sonnet in memory of Rupert Brooke.
Matt Roth
The Haunted Hazel
ADOWN a quiet glen where the gowan-berries glisten
And the linnet, shyest bird of all, his wild note warbles free;
Where the scented woodbine-blossoms, o'er the brooklet, bend to listen,
There stands upon a mossy bank, a white-hazel tree.
Oh! fair it is to view, when the zephyr rustles lightly,
And warm sunlight glances back from polished bole and branch;
For then like wavelets on a rill the pendent leaves flash brightly,
And daisies nod in concert, round the column straight and staunch.
But when the day is ended, and the solemn moon is shining,
And shadows grim and ghostly, fall on grove and glen and lea,
Then godless elves their fairy paths with glow-worm lamps are lining,
And potent spells of magic bind this white-hazel tree!
For from their gorgeous palaces the fairy bands come stealing,
To dance in sportive circles on the never bending moss;
And the velvet-soft caressing of their finger-touches healing,
Brings to the sere white-hazel bark again its youthful gloss.
And round and round they skip and glide, in strange fantastic measure,
To weird, unhallowed melodies of fairy minstrelsy,
Yet mortal ear may never hear those sounds of elfin pleasure,
And no whisper of its secrets gives the white-hazel tree!
But should the peasant wander nigh that baleful bower, unthinking,
And sudden feel the chilling of the haunted hazel's shade,
A nameless horror seizes on his spirit, bowed and shrinking,
And making oft the Holy Sign, he hurries home dismayed.
For maid that treads the path of doom beneath the hazel's shadow,
Shall be the bride of Death, they say, before a month has flown;
And laughing swain, in pride of strength, who crossed at eve the meadow,
Shall moulder 'neath the matted moss, e'er yet that mead is mown!
So, in the solemn hours of night the fairies dance unharmed,
Till thro' gray dawn the haggard moon her waning span doth dree,
Then from the blessèd sunbeam flies the evil power that charmed,
And fairy spell is lifted from the white-hazel tree!
[EDNOTE. Mary McCarthy first identified the allusion to Scott in her review essay, "A Bolt from the Blue." -- SES]
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