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Authors: Robert Burns
The poem is structured in two âDuans' which Burns tells us in his footnote is a term derived from Macpherson's
Ossian
where it signifies different sections within a digressive poem. This may have been slightly exhibitionistic, given that contemporary Edinburgh's enthusiasm for the âHighland' poem was so great that it was even subject to balletic theatrical performance. The games he played with the local literati were, however, usually of a deeper kind. A constant adopter, and adapter of a catholic range of earlier poetic forms, what Burns may be doing here is taking a formal structural device from Macpherson in order to deliver an
inverted
content. In
The Vision
we have not a poet melancholically wandering in a ghostly landscape littered with the Celtic-warrior dead, a culture irretrievably lost, but a virile poet celebrating an Ayrshire landscape energised by the power and beauty of its rivers and its organic, living connection with its heroic dead. The intrusion of the supernatural in this poem is not elegiac but consoling and celebratory. The Second Duan, indeed, not only reassures the poet about the nature and success of his creative career but integrates this individual success into an efflorescent Ayrshire, a land full of land-owning local heroes whose varied talents are benevolently directed to the nation's common good. Here the optimistic energies and anticipations of the Scottish Enlightenment
seem
to be yielding a rich harvest.
This poem has always been deeply controversial. Daiches (pp. 134â7) sees the poem as broken-backed with the anglicised, literati-pleasing second Duan betraying the vernacular brilliance of the first. Crawford in an extended treatment of the poem sees it as one of Burns's most complete masterpieces with the stanzas xiv-xviii of the second Duan achieving âa unity of the personal and elemental
of the sort we associate with poets like Shakespeare and Yeats'. Nor does he think Burns was involved in any kind of sycophancy:
To regard these stanzas as flattery of the local nobility and nothing more would be to misunderstand Burns's intention completely.
The Vision
is the work, above all others, in which Burns shows himself aware of the contemporary national renaissance: a movement which, in many spheres of life, from agricultural improvement to moral philosophy, was led by the most energetic and forward-looking of the landed gentry. (pp. 182â92)
The Vision
, then, is an extraordinarily ambitious poem, which attempts to resolve, in a related fashion, the poet's personal cri-sis-ridden anxieties with those of the nation and perceives a happy-ending for both. That it has such national as well as personal aspirations is partly deducible from its main source which was a forgery also entitled
The Vision
which Ramsay alleged as being translated in 1524 from a fourteenth-century Latin text dealing with a warrior spirit appearing before the depressed narrator who is agonised by John Baliol's appeasement to England's King Edward. McGuirk writes (p. 209) that âRamsay's “sact” bears a thistle and a prophecy of Scottish history; “Coila” bears holly and a prophecy of Burns's poetic destiny.' Coila, however, also bears a prophecy of a revived Scotland and it is here that lies the poem's main difficulty and, indeed, final failure.
The largely successful, vernacular first Duan is one of the most beautiful and moving in all Burns's poetry. The varied movements of men and beasts through a winterscape lead to arguably the best, most compressed of all accounts by Burns of the toll of farm life on him with its exhausting labour and its rat infested restricted living space culminating in the chronic, constant pressure of poverty and his volatile inadequacy in making a prudent living in the face of it. This bitter introspection is tangibly present to us and it is typical of Burns that such detailed realism is always a prelude to the entry, usually partly comical, of the supernatural into his poetry. Hence the appearance of his holly-crowned, gorgeously-legged Muse. Initially, at least the legs, this may have been based on Bess Paton but she was replaced by another evidently leggy beauty, Jean Armour. Dazzlingly beautiful in herself, this divine woman, mystically, projects the beauty of Ayrshire (ll.62â72). This celebration of Ayrshire's spirit of place metamorphoses to celebration of the historical nation where, happily, Ayrshire's virtues converge with those of Scotland as a whole in Burns's archetypal Scottish hero,
William Wallace. Not the least of Mrs Dunlop's attractions for Burns was as descendant of Wallace. This is one of several poems, which confirm his early wish (Letter 55) âto be able to make a Song on his equal to his merits'. Hence Burns's own footnotes outlining the unbroken lineage of Wallace to the present. Kinsley considers that ll. 107â8 refer to Mrs Dunlop's eldest son Craigie, who became bankrupt in 1783. He died in England in 1786. This, it should be noted, is hardly the stuff of epic but the all too common experience of the economically deeply unstable world of eighteenth-century incipient capitalism.
Quite atypical of Burns, however, this poem is concerned not with the destructive, often disruptive late eighteenth-century forces of social and economic change but it is an optimistic, partly Utopian, vision or, indeed, dream of a resurrected Ayrshire/Scotland by virtue of the
top-down
activities of a liberal progressive land-owning and professional é lite. Thus we have not epic heroes drawn up for battle but a list of new men of virtue who tangibly seem, in varied ways, to be delivering the reformative Scottish Enlightenment project. Thus ll. 109â14 celebrate the patriotic, military valour of the Montgomeries of Coylfield. This is no distant hero-worship, however, as Burns was on fraternal terms with James Montgomerie in the merged Tarbolton Masonic Lodge in 1781. L. 115 refers to Barskimming, the home of the improving Sir Thomas Miller, Bt. (1717â89). His steam-boat innovating brother Patrick Miller (1731â1815) of Dalswinton let Ellisland to Burns in 1788. Thomas Miller had an extremely successful legal career. As Lord Barskimming he became Lord Justice Clerk in 1766 and, as Lord Glenlee, Lord President of the Court of Session in 1788. He seems the antithesis of the terrible Lord Braxfield who was to run amok in the political trials of the 1790s: âThough well aware that offended justice required satisfaction, he knew that the vilest criminal was entitled to a fair and dispassionate trial ⦠he never uttered a harsh or taunting word' (Ramsay of Ochtertyre,
Scotland and Scotsmen in the Eighteenth
Century
, l. 343â50.) Ll. 121â6 deal with the noted Professor of Mathematics at Edinburgh Matthew Stewart and his even more celebrated son Dugald (1753â1828) who was a tangible friend to Burns in Edinburgh. As Burns wrote to Mrs Dunlop (Letter 152A) of this exceptional man: âIt requires no common exertion of good sense and Philosophy in persons of elevated rank to keep a friendship properly alive with one much their inferior.' The letter continues as an act of homage to Stewart's innate democratic virtues. Ll. 127â32 refer to William Fullerton, diplomat, politician, soldier and agricultural improver who accepted Burns's advice on the care of cattle
and to whom in 1791 the poet sent songs and poems (Letters, 472, 474). Unlike the absentee, Europhile, aristocratic degenerates of
The
Twa Dogs
who, in Fergusson's lines, â⦠never wi' their feet hae mett/The marches o' their ain estate' these men are tangible assets to Ayrshire and Scotland. Further Burns enjoys support and degrees of intimacy with the best of them. There are, indeed, significant grounds for national optimism.
The second Duan is devoted to Coila's monologue in which she pours a cornucopia of promised gifts not only on the head of her chosen poet but over all Ayrshire by dint of the aid of her accompanying spirits (perhaps derived from
The Rape of the Lock
). In this very non-Burnsian happily hierarchical society, each is given according to his needs. Regarding the âembryonic' Burns she gives a detailed account of the growth of the poet. Pre-Wordsworth, Burns believed that the child was father of the creative man. As a sort of angelic counsellor, she offers soothing solutions to the anxieties which, with varying intensity, preoccupied him concerning the nature of his poetic career. Ll. 235â40 are particularly memorable in dealing with the central, crucial problem in all Burns's poetry and thought concerning the rights of the instinctual self as opposed to imposed conformity. He knew libidinal energy was essential to his art; he was never certain whether it was not only a predatory force for others but, finally, also a self-destructive one. Coila also, in a poem concerned with Scotland's political independence, deals with his properly modest but worthy relationships to English poetry (ll. 247â8). Finally, l. 259 she reassures him that his true role as rustic poet more than compensates for the lack of money and fame. Crowning him with her holly she triumphantly asserts that:
To give my counsels all in one,
They tuneful-flame still careful fan;
Preserve the
dignity of Man
,
                       With Soul erect
And trust the Universal Plan
                       Will all protect.
Partly energised by his experience, social and intellectual, with Free Masonry this is a pre-Whitmanian dream of progressive, enlightened social and political virtue and not the thing itself. Ayrshire, of which Burns himself is the best witness, was a deeply frictive culture marked by severe economic instability even for the prosperous and much poverty for the rest. It was also subject to extreme clerical bigotry. The aesthetic stresses we feel in the second Duan derive
from the forced, if not false, historical vision Burns here uncharacteristically adopts. There is, of course, the problem, significantly discussed in Issac Kramnick's
Republicanism and Bourgeois Radic
alism: Political Ideology in Late Eighteenth-Century England and
America
(Cornell U.P.: 1990), as to whether such reformists could deliver their partly practical, partly Utopian project. They were not to be given the opportunity. By the mid 1790s these progressives were, with their poet laureate, in the deepest of trouble as Burkean derived hierarchy and economics brutally reinherited the world. Dugald Stewart like his fellow Whig academics was suspiciously confined. At least, unlike the octogenarian Thomas Reid, he was not roughed up. The admired James Beattie (1735â1803), whose
The
Minstrel
influenced Wordsworth, and, as ll. 123â6 state, allegedly defeated David Hume's atheism, relapsed, like James Boswell, into a semi-hysterical Toryism to the degree of involving himself in drinking bouts with the frequently besotted Henry Dundas.
1
Duan, a term of Ossian's for the different divisions of a digressive Poem. See his
Cath-Loda
, Vol. 2. of M'Pherson's Translation. R.B.
2
The Wallaces. R.B.
3
William Wallace.
4
Adam Wallace of Richardton, cousin to the immortal Preserver of Scottish Independence.
5
Wallace Laird of Craigie, who was second in Command, under Douglas Earl of Ormond, at the famous battle on the banks of Sark, fought anno 1448. That glorious victory was principally owing to the judicious conduct and intrepid valour of the gallant Laird of Craigie, who died of his wounds after the action. R.B.
6
Coilus King of the Picts, from whom the district of Kyle is said to take its name, lies buried, as tradition says, near the family-seat of the Montgomeries of Coilsfield, where his burial place is still shown. R.B.
7
Barskimming, the seat of the Lord Justice Clerk. R.B.
8
Catrine, the seat of the late Doctor, and present Professor [Dugald] Stewart. R.B. His father was Matthew Stewart, also Professor of Moral Philosophy at Edinburgh.Â
9
Colonel Fullerton. R.B.
10
William Fullerton.
11
George Dempster, M.P. (1732â1818)
12
Dr James Beattie (1735â1803).
13
Commenting on âPotosi's mine' (in Bolivia, South America) to Peter Hill, Burns wrote: âthese glittering cliffs of Potosi where the all-sufficient, all powerful Deity, WEALTH, holds his immediate court of joys and pleasures' (Letter 325).
First published in the Kilmarnock edition, 1786
Yes! let the Rich deride, the Proud disdain,
The simple pleasures of the lowly train:
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
GOLDSMITH.
âThe following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those unaquainted with the manners and traditions of the country [region] where the scene is cast, notes are added, to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry of the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it, among the more unenlightened in our own.'
To this headnote, Burns defines Halloween thus: âIs thought to be a night when Witches, Devils, and other mischief-making beings, are all abroad on their baneful, midnight errands: particularly, those aerial people, the fairies, are said, on that night, to hold a grand anniversary.'
R.B.
Upon that
night
, when Fairies light
         On
Cassilis Downans
1
dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
over, fields
         On sprightly coursers prance;
5
Or for
Colean
the rout is taen,
Culzean, taken
         Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the
Cove
2
, to stray and rove,
         Amang the rocks and streams
                                 To sport that night:
10
Amang the bonie winding banks,
         Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear;
runs, winding
Where BRUCE
3
ance ruled the martial ranks,
once
         An' shook his
Carrick
spear;
Some merry, friendly, country-folks
15
         Together did convene,
To
burn
their nits, an' pou their stocks,
nuts, pull
         An' haud their
Halloween
hold
                                 Fu' blythe that night.
The lassies feat, an' cleanly neat,
trim
20
         Mair braw than when they're fine;
more fair
Their faces blythe fu' sweetly kythe
show
         Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin':
loyal, kind
The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs
so spruce, love-knots
         Weel-knotted on their garten;
well, garters
25
Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs
very shy, chatting up
         Gar lasses' hearts gang startin
make, go beating
                                 Whyles fast at night.
sometimes
Then, first an' foremost, thro' the kail,
cabbage-plot
         Their
stocks
4
maun a' be sought ance;
shall, once
30
They steek their een, an' grape an' wale
close, eyes, grope, choose
         For muckle anes, an' straught anes.
big ones, straight ones
Poor hav'rel
Will
fell aff the drift,
half-witted, lost the way
         An' wandered thro' the
Bow-kail
,
cabbage
An' pow't, for want o' better shift,
pulled
35
         A
runt
, was like a sow-tail,
small cabbage stalk
                                 Sae bow't that night.
so bent
Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
straight, dirt, none
         They roar an' cry a' throu'ther;
pell-mell
The vera
wee-things
, toddlin, rin
very children, run
40
         Wi' stocks out-owre their shouther:
-over, shoulder
An' gif the custock's sweet or sour,
if, pith
         Wi' joctelegs they taste them;
knives
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
then, comfortably, above
         Wi' cannie care, they've plac'd them
gentle
45
                   To lye that night.
lie
The lasses staw frae 'mang them a',
stole, from, among them all
         To pou their
stalks o' corn
;
5
pull
But Rab slips out, an' jinks about,
dodges
         Behint the muckle thorn:
large
50
He grippet
Nelly
hard an' fast;
gripped
         Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
screamed
But her
tap-pickle
maist was lost,
top amount mostly
         Whan kiutlan in the
Fause-house
6
when cuddling, corn drier
                                 Wi' him that night.
55
The auld Guidwife's weel-hoordet
nits
7
old, good-, well-hoarded nuts
         Are round an' round divided,
An' monie lads' an' lasses' fates
many
         Are there that night decided:
Some kindle couthie, side by side,
warm comfortably
60
         An'
burn
thegither trimly;
together
Some start awa wi' saucy pride,
away
         An' jump out-owre the chimlie
-over, fireplace
                                  Fu' high that night.
Jean
slips in twa, wi' tentie e'e;
two, watchful eye
65
         Wha 'twas, she wadna tell;
who, would not
But this is
Jock
, an' this is
me
,
         She says in to hersel:
He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him,
over
         As they wad never mair part;
would, more
70
Till fuff! he started up the lum,
chimney
         And
Jean
had e'en a sair heart
sore
                                  To see't that night.
Poor
Willie
, wi' his
bow-kail runt
,
cabbage stalk
         Was
burnt
wi' primsie
Mallie
;
prudish
75
An'
Mary
, nae doubt, took the drunt,
no, huff
         To be compar'd to
Willie
:
Mall's
nit lap out, wi' pridefu' fling,
nut leaped
         An' her ain fit, it burnt it;
own foot
While
Willie
lap, an' swoor by
jing
,
jumped, swore with conviction
80
         'Twas just the way he wanted
                                To be that night.
Nell
had the
Fause-house
in her min',
corn drying structure
         She pits hersel an'
Rob
in;
puts
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
heat/flame
85
         Till white in ase they're sobbin:
ashes
Nell's
heart was dancin at the view;
         She whisper'd
Rob
to leuk for't:
tasted
Rob
, stownlins, prie'd her bonie mou,
stealthily, kissed, mouth
         Fu' cozie in the neuk for't,
snugly, corner
90
                               Unseen that night.
But
Merran
sat behint their backs,
Marion
         Her thoughts on
Andrew Bell
;
She lea'es them gashan at their cracks,
gabbing, conversation
         An' slips out by hersel:
95
She thro' the yard the nearest taks,
         An' to the
kiln
she goes then,
An' darklins grapet for the
bauks
,
darkness, groped, cross-beam
         And in the
blue-clue
8
throws them,
yarn
                           Right fear't that night.
100
An' ay she
win't
, an' ay she swat,
winded, sweated
         I wat she made nae jaukin;
bet, no delay
Till something
held
within the
pat
,
pot/kiln
         Guid Lord! but she was quakin!
shaking
But whether 'twas the
Deil
himsel,
105
         Or whether 'twas a
bauk-en
',
end of a beam
Or whether it was
Andrew Bell
,
         She did na wait on talkin
not
                        To spier that night.
inquire/find out
Wee Jenny to her Graunie says,
grandmother
110
         âWill ye go wi' me, Graunie?
I'll
eat the apple
9
at the
glass
,
         I gat frae uncle Johnie:'
got, from
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
puffed, such, smoke
         In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
so, agitated
115
She notic't na an aizle brunt
not, cinder, burnt
         Her braw, new, worset apron
good, worsted/twisted yarn
                     Out thro' that night.
âYe little Skelpie-limmer's-face!
hussy
         I daur ye try sic sportin,
dare, such
120
As seek the
Foul Thief
onie place,
any
         For him to spae your fortune:
foretell
Nae doubt but ye may get a
sight
!
no
         Great cause ye hae to fear it;
have
For monie a ane has gotten a fright,
many, one
125
         An' liv'd an' died deleeret,
delerious/insane
                                On sic a night.
such
âAe Hairst afore the
Sherra-moor
,
one harvest before
         I mind't as weel's yestreen,
well as yesterday
I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
young girl
130
         I was na past fyfteen:
not
The Simmer had been cauld an' wat,
summer, cold, wet
         An'
Stuff
was unco green;
corn
An' ay a rantan Kirn we gat,
rollicking, harvest, got
         An' just on
Halloween
135
                  It fell that night.
âOur
stibble-rig
was
Rab M'Graen
,
leader of the reapers
         A clever, sturdy fallow;
fellow
His Sin gat
Eppie Sim
wi' wean,
son, got, child
         That lived in Achmachalla:
140
He gat
hemp-seed
,
10
I mind it weel,
got, well
         An' he made unco light o't;
But monie a day was
by himsel
,
many
         He was sae sairly frighted
so sorely
                               That vera night.'
145
Then up gat fechtan
Jamie Fleck
,
got fighting
         An' he swoor by his conscience,
swore
That he could
saw hemp-seed
a peck;
sow
         For it was a' but nonsense:
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
old good-, reached, bag
150
         An' out a handfu' gied him;
gave
Syne bad him slip frae 'mang the folk,
then, bade, from
         Sometime when nae ane see'd him,
no one, sees
                        An' try't that night.
He marches thro' amang the stacks,
among
155
         Tho' he was something sturtan;
staggering
The graip he for a
harrow
taks,
garden-fork
         And haurls at his curpan;
drags, rear
And ev'ry now and then, he says,
         âHemp-seed I saw thee,
sow
160
An' her that is to be my lass
         Come after me, an' draw thee
                               As fast this night.'