Personal anthology: Louise Chandler Moulton
If you’ve never heard of Louise Chandler Moulton, you’re not alone. She was a 19th-century American poet who held a salon and knew the Pre-Raphaelites. She’s all but unknown nowadays. But I encountered this poem of hers in a course on Victorian women writers, and I’ve never forgotten it:
Where the Night’s Pale Roses Blow
Ah, the place is wild and sweet
Where my darling went —
If I chase her flying feet
When the day is spent,
Shall I find her, as I go
Where the Night’s pale roses blow?(from The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton, 1909)
Oh, this is gorgeous. It made chills run down my spine.
And I promise you an email about TEI soon, or another post…as soon as I get over my vertigo of having my exam lists approved (though hopefully, turning them into a Wiki will help).
No need to rush! Exam lists definitely take precedence. (Man, I wish wikis had been more widespread when I put my own lists together way back in…yikes. 2000? That long ago?)