maiden-dreaming

Updated: June 10, 2025

But Evelyn, in her little, white, maiden bed, was awake and dreaming too. Outside the wind was blowing and the leaves dropping and the eternal stars shining overhead. It seemed as if so much maiden-dreaming in the house should make it sound with song, but it was silent and dark to the night. Only the reflection of the street-lamp made it evident at all to occasional passers.

Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman - By the Light of the Soul: A Novel