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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Haunted Hazel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adown a quiet glen where the gowan-berries glisten<br>And the linnet, shyest bird of all, his wild note warbles free;<br>Where the scented woodbine-blossoms, o'er the brooklet, bend to listen,<br>There stands upon a mossy bank, a white-hazel tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! fair it is to view, when the zephyr rustles lightly,<br>And warm sunlight glances back from polished bole and branch;<br>For then like wavelets on a rill the pendent leaves flash brightly,<br>And daisies nod in concert, round the column straight and staunch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the day is ended, and the solemn moon is shining,<br>And shadows grim and ghostly, fall on grove and glen and lea,<br>Then godless elves their fairy paths with glow-worm lamps are lining,<br>And potent spells of magic bind this white-hazel tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For from their gorgeous palaces the fairy bands come stealing,<br>To dance in sportive circles on the never bending moss;<br>And the velvet-soft caressing of their finger-touches healing,<br>Brings to the sere white-hazel bark again its youthful gloss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And round and round they skip and glide, in strange fantastic measure,<br>To weird, unhallowed melodies of fairy minstrelsy,<br>Yet mortal ear may never hear those sounds of elfin pleasure,<br>And no whisper of its secrets gives the white-hazel tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But should the peasant wander nigh that baleful bower, unthinking,<br>And sudden feel the chilling of the haunted hazel's shade,<br>A nameless horror seizes on his spirit, bowed and shrinking,<br>And making oft the Holy Sign, he hurries home dismayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For maid that treads the path of doom beneath the hazel's shadow,<br>Shall be the bride of Death, they say, before a month has flown;<br>And laughing swain, in pride of strength, who crossed at eve the meadow,<br>Shall moulder 'neath the matted moss, e'er yet that mead is mown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, in the solemn hours of night the fairies dance unharmed,<br>Till thro' gray dawn the haggard moon her waning span doth dree,<br>Then from the blessèd sunbeam flies the evil power that charmed,<br>And fairy spell is lifted from the white-hazel tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Bernard+Dollard">James Bernard Dollard</a><div class=q>
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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.

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