Why I named this collection "Verses Written in the Spring"


A lot of my reading has been circling around the Victorian era lately and I dipped into some Romantic poetry for funsies last winter. A lot of poems celebrated the everyday, nature, and one's treasured belongings. I was surprised by how happy it made me. After all, after reading forty stanzas about a sunrise (only a slight exaggeration) I found myself enjoying the late winter sunrises a little more. It became a game to piece together metaphors I might use for it. I looked at sunrises a lot more after that.


Here's a poem about picking flowers and drinking. (The first stanza, anyway. In spite of the corsets, these women were long-winded!)


Bring Flowers

by Felicia Hemans (abridged)


Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board

To wreathe the cup ere the wine is poured;

Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,

Their breath floats out on the southern gale,

And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,

To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.

Doesn't that sound lovely? Sounds so much nicer than "picking flowers and drinking," doesn't it?


What really resounded with me was romanticizing one's treasured belongings. I feel that Wulfka is competing with Fast Fashion culture which is practically disposable, but I want my designs to be loved and cherished, because I put a lot of love into them and I want you to wear them over and over.


With a Dyed Silk Quilt Sent to Aunt Ruxton to Be Thrown over When She Lies on the Sofa

by Maria Edgeworth (abridged)


Go wretched dyed resuscitated thing

Round my dear Aunt your dingy covering fling

Warm on her feet--& light upon her breast

Hung round her shoulders soothe her soft to rest

Henceforth poor quilted one, nor Lyrian dye

Nor persec loom far framed, with thee shall vie

While rival cachmeres jealous boast their art

Close & more she'll fold you to her heart

While fondly murmuring betwixt sleep & wake

She owns she loves you "for Maria's sake"

Ay! & will love you ever o'er and o'er


Edgeworth was not keen to edit her titles down. Another poem was titled


"To Mrs. Carr, Accepting from Her As a Keepsake a Lamp Which She Had Used for Twenty Years in Her Children's Room & Which She Lately Lent to Me during My Sister's Illness at Frognel 1 May 1819"


I think you get the gist of that one!


Revering objects as a connection to a loved one reminded me of a note quoted in The Pocket: a hidden history of women's lives by Barbara Burman & Ariane Fennetaux which enchanted me. In 1669 a gentleman, Christopher Wren, repaired and returned his future wife's pocket watch with this note:


"I have sent the watch at last & envie the felicity of it, that it should be soe neer your side & soe often enjoy your Eye, & be consulted by you how your Time shall passe while you employ your hand in your excellent workes. But have a care of it, for I have put such a Spell into it; that every Beating of the Balance will tell you 'tis the pulse of my Heart, which labours as much to serve you and more trewly than the Watch."


If you buy something from this collection, I hope you cherish it. I hope you have a closet full of garments that you cherish. I hope that you only buy things that you are enamored with, and you keep them for a very long time.


I want to leave you with the poem that this collection is named for. I hope it brightens your day and fills you with thoughts of Spring.


Verses Written in the Spring

by Ann Batten Cristall (abridged)


From yon fair hill, whose woody crest

The mantling hand of spring has dress'd

Where gales imbibe the May-perfume,

And strew the blushing almond's bloom,

I view the verdant plains below,

And lucid streams which gently flow,

The opening foliage, drench'd with showers,

Weep o'er the odorous vernal flowers;

And while before my temper'd eye

From glancing clouds swift shadows fly,

While nature seems serene and bless'd,

And inward concord tunes my breast,

I sigh for those by fortune cross'd,

Whose souls to Nature's charms are lost.