Christ! I know thy glittering face. I waited long; Sweet! sweet! spikenard, and balm, and frankincense. But thou, O Lord, Aid all this foolish people; let them take THE TALKING OAK First published in 1842, and republished in all subsequent editions with only two slight alterations: in line 113 a mere variant in spelling, and in line 185, where in place of the present reading the editions between 1842 and 1848 read, "For, ah! the Dryad-days were brief". Tennyson told Mr. Aubrey de Vere that the poem was an experiment meant to test the degree in which it is in the power of poetry to humanise external nature. Tennyson might have remembered that Ovid had made the same experiment nearly two thousand years ago, while Goethe had immediately anticipated him in his charming Der Junggesell und der Mühlbach. There was certainly no novelty in such an attempt. The poem is in parts charmingly written, but the oak is certainly garrulously given," and comes perilously near to tediousness. ONCE more the gate behind me falls; I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, Beyond the lodge the city lies, I turn to yonder oak. 1 The Acta say nothing about the crown, but dwell on the supernatural fragrance which exhaled from the saint. 2 Tennyson has given a very poor substitute for the beautifully pathetic account given of the death of St. Simeon in Acta, i., 168, and again in the ninth chapter of the second Life, Ibid., 273. But this is to be explained perhaps by the moral purpose of the poem. For when my passion first began, Ere that, which in me burn'd, The love, that makes me thrice a man, To yonder oak within the field For oft I talk'd with him apart, Tho' what he whisper'd, under Heaven I found him garrulously given, Hail, hidden to the knees in fern, Say thou, whereon I carved her name, As fair as my Olivia, came To rest beneath thy boughs.— "O Walter, I have shelter'd here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers, year by year, Made ripe in Sumner-chace : "Old Summers, when the monk was fat, And, issuing shorn and sleek, Would twist his girdle tight, and pat The girls upon the cheek. "Ere yet, in scorn of Peter's-pence, "And I have seen some score of those "And all that from the town would stroll, "The slight she-slips of loyal blood, "And I have shadow'd many a group "And, leg and arm with love-knots gay, The Modish Cupid of the day, And shrill'd his tinsel shaft. "I swear (and else may insects prick This girl, for whom your heart is sick, "For those and theirs, by Nature's law, Have faded long ago; But in these latter springs I saw Your own Olivia blow, 1 Spence is a larder and buttery. In the Promptorium Parverum it is defined as "cellarium promptuarium". 2 Cf. Burns' "godly laces," To the Unco Righteous. "From when she gamboll'd on the greens, A baby-germ, to when The maiden blossoms of her teens Could number five from ten. "I swear, by leaf, and wind, and rain "Yet, since I first could cast a shade, "For as to fairies, that will flit Oh, hide thy knotted knees in fern, And from thy topmost branch discern But thou, whereon I carved her name, "O yesterday, you know, the fair "And with him Albert came on his. I look'd at him with joy : As cowslip unto oxlip is, So seems she to the boy. "An hour had past-and, sitting straight Within the low-wheel'd chaise, Her mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays. "But, as for her, she stay'd1 at home, And down the way you use to come, "She left the novel half-uncut She could not please herself. "Then ran she, gamesome as the colt, She sent her voice thro' all the holt "A light wind chased her on the wing, As close as might be would he cling "But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower she touch'd on dipt and rose, And turn'd to look at her. "And here she came, and round me play'd, And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that About my 'giant bole'; you "And in a fit of frolic mirth made "I wish'd myself the fair young beech That round me, clasping each in each, "Yet seem'd the pressure thrice as sweet As woodbine's fragile hold, Or when I feel about my feet 1 All editions previous to 1853 have staid. |