NPPF - Preliminary - Hazel

[Jasper Fidget]

Just dug these two out of the heap by my desk -- I guess they're general
enough not to step on anybody's toes (by the way, thanks to all who've
appreciated these preliminaries; I have tons of material on PF remaining,
and await only the proper time to post it -- after the section-host has had
their hour):

(from)
Sir Walter Scott
"The Lady of the Lake"

The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,
And deep his midnight lair had made
In lone Glenartney's hazel shade....

(all)
Yeats
"The Song of Wandering Aengus"

I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out, 
I dropped the berry in a stream 
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.


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