Miscellany and an Apology
I must apologise. This post will not be very well structured. There is a backlog of news but I cannot concentrate this evening enough to cover everything. I hope to catch up in the morning. I’m in the midst of a family crisis which has shaken me somewhat.
Regarding my previous post about the BBC’s linking to the wrong Ruth Wilson, I am glad to say that they wrote back to me that very day and have since corrected the mistake.
This morning, Mandy from the Yahoo! BRONTE message board inquired about a poem by Charlotte called ‘Watching and Wishing’. I went to the Project Gutenburg etexts for the Brontes’ poems but it was not there. I have two 19th century editions of their poems and in these I found the poem she was looking for. I also found two other poems which are not available online either: ‘When Thou Sleepest’ by Charlotte and ‘The Outcast Mother’ by Emily. I have started making an etext for these but I will have to wait until I can concentrate properly before I continue it. I hope to have it ready sometime tomorrow.
Bronteana reader Vaire also sends along this slideshow from the BBC regarding the project to revive the Sri Lankan lace industry, a project which includes their new production of Jane Eyre.
I do have ‘Watching and Wishing’ prepared (although it still needs to be checked against the text). So here it is, for Mandy and the rest of my readers:
Watching and Wishing
Oh, would I were the golden light
That shines around thee now,
As slumber shades the spotless white
Of that unclouded brow!
It watches through each changeful dream
Thy features’ varied play:
It meets thy waking eyes’ soft gleam
By dawn–by op’ning day.
Oh, would I were the crimson veil
Above thy couch of snow,
To dye that cheek so soft, so pale,
With my reflected glow!
Oh, would I were the cord of gold
Whose tassel, set with pearls,
Just meets the silken cov’ring’s fold
And rest upon thy curls,
Dishevelled in thy rosy sleep,
And shading soft thy dreams,
Across their bright and raven sweep
The golden tassel gleams!
I would be anything for thee,
My love- my radiant love–
A flower, a bird, for sympathy,
A watchful star above.