A thumb through the London Society yearbook of 1868 (a wonderful leather-bound tome with marble boards) threw up a few wintry Victorian pieces that I may share here over Christmas, along with this touching and tragic poem by Robert Buchanan, the Scottish poet. Not particularly Christmassy other than the presence of snow, but it conjures a wonderful image of two poor women out walking the streets in winter. I like it quite a lot:
SUSPIRIA DE PROFUNDIS
By Robert Buchanan
FIRST VOICE.
To-Night there is no moon –
How dark and still the sky looks overhead!
I think that we shall have a snow-fall soon,
Walk quicker? Nelly Blair’s your name, you said?
Have you been long in London
SECOND VOICE.
Thirteen days.
I hate it! hate the town, and all its ways!
FIRST VOICE.
And I! An ugly place! All bad, all bad!
Hardhearted as a flint, and dull and dark!
Drink is the only comfort to be had;
But drink gets me in trouble always. Hark!
That’s twelve o’clock. Let’s stop a minute, do!
Here, down this quiet street – there’s no one nigh –
Sit on my shawl – I live in Lambeth too,-
We can go home together by-and-by.
How bad your cough is! It will kill you quite
This being out at night.
SECOND VOICE.
Kill me? It’s Death who doesn’t hear me call –
‘Tis killing my ownself I fear to do!
If I’d the heart I’d leap off Waterloo
This night, and end it all.
FIRST VOICE.
Ah, how you cough! You’d best go home to bed!
Are you in pain? Rise up, and let us go!
SECOND VOICE.
O Lord! O Lord! I wish that I was dead!
Look how the air is whitening. It’s the Snow.
How white it looks, how still!
FIRST VOICE.
Lean on my arm a little. You are ill!
SECOND VOICE.
Come on, come on. How white the streets are growing!
I used to like the fields when it was snowing.
This minds me of old days, and all the fun –
That’s over now, and done –
I’ve seen my brightest days, and now I’m old –
Hark! There’s Saint Clement’s striking ‘one’ –
It’s cold! It’s cold!
Victorian poetry is not something I’ve ever delved into, other than that of Edgar Allen Poe when I was a bit younger, but I find the above piece rather touching.
As I said, more Victorian Christmas to follow closer to the season…
