Louise Chandler Moulton

Louise Chandler Moulton

Louise Chandler Moulton (April 10, 1835 - August 10, 1908) was an American poet, story-writer and critic.

Quotes

• There is rust upon locks and hinges,
  And mold and blight on the walls,
  And silence faints in the chambers,
  And darkness waits in the halls.
  • "The House of Death", in Swallow-Flights (London: Macmillan and Co., 1878), p. 23.

• Youth is thy gift—the youth that baffles Time.
  • "To Julia Ward Howe", in The Poems and Sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton (Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, 1909), p. 455

In the Garden of Dreams (1890)

In the Garden of Dreams: Lyrics and Sonnets (Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1890)

• Bend low, O dusky Night,
  And give my spirit rest;
  Hold me to your deep breast,
  And put old cares to flight;
  Give back the lost delight
  That once my soul possest,
  When Love was loveliest,—
  Bend low, O dusky night!
  • "To Night", p. 24.

• At end of Love, at end of Life,
  At end of Hope, at end of Strife,
  At end of all we cling to so—
  The sun is setting—must we go?

  At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,
  At dawn of Peace that follows Strife,
  At dawn of all we long for so—
  The sun is rising—let us go.

  • "At End", p. 42.

At the Wind's Will (1899)

At the Wind's Will: Lyrics and Sonnets (Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, 1899)

• I hied me off to Arcady—
  The month it was the month of May,
  And all along the pleasant way
  The morning birds were mad with glee,
  And all the flowers sprang up to see,
  As I went on to Arcady.
  • "The Secret of Arcady", first stanza, p. 8.
  • Note in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919):— Compare Henry Cuyler Bunner, "The Way to Arcady".

• I dwell no more in Arcady:—
  But when the sky is blue with May,
  And flowers spring up along the way,
  And birds are blithe, and winds are free,
  I know what message is for me,—
  Fotr I have been in Arcady.
  • "The Secret of Arcady", last stanza, p. 9

• This Life is a fleeting breath,
  And whither and how shall I go,
  When I wander away with Death
  By a path that I do not know?
  • "When I Wander Away with Death", p. 42.