robe-folds

Updated: May 7, 2025

Grey, I am not a great genius like Goethe, and unfortunately can not candidly echo his declaration, that, 'Nothing ever came to me in my sleep. I can scarcely tell you when this idea was first born in my busy, tireless brain, but it took form one evening after I had read Charlotte Bronté's 'Woman Titan, in 'Shirley, and compared it with that glowing description of Jean Paul Richter, 'And so the Sun stands at the border of the Earth, and looks back on his stately Spring, whose robe-folds are valleys, whose breast-bouquet is gardens, whose blush is a vernal evening, and who, when she rises, will be Summer. Still it was vague, and eluded me, until I found somewhere in my most desultory reading, an account of 'Espendérmad, one of the six angels of Ormuzd, to whom was entrusted the guardianship of the earth.

Augusta J. Evans Wilson - Vashti: or, Until Death Us Do Part