Lucy Maud Montgomery

(30 November 1874 – 24 Nisan 1942 / New London)

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

1. I Feel (Verse Libre) 1/3/2003
2. The Call 1/3/2003
3. Unrecorded 1/3/2003
4. The Watchman 1/3/2003
5. Rain On The Hill 1/3/2003
6. On The Hills 1/3/2003
7. In An Old Farmhouse 1/3/2003
8. Out O'Doors 1/3/2003
9. The Three Songs 1/3/2003
10. The Wood Pool 1/3/2003
11. In An Old Town Garden 1/3/2003
12. Two Loves 1/3/2003
13. My Legacy 1/3/2003
14. September 1/3/2003
15. If Mary Had Known 1/3/2003
16. While The Fates Sleep 1/3/2003
17. In The Days Of The Golden Rod 1/3/2003
18. A Shore Twilight 4/14/2010
19. The Choice 1/3/2003
20. To My Enemy 1/3/2003
21. When The Dark Comes Down 1/3/2003
22. Twilight 1/3/2003
23. With Tears They Buried You Today 1/3/2003
24. Morning Along Shore 1/3/2003
25. The Gulls 1/3/2003
26. The Difference 1/3/2003
27. Off To The Fishing Ground 1/3/2003
28. Harbor Moonrise 1/3/2003
29. The Seeker 1/3/2003
30. The Voyagers 1/3/2003
31. Midnight In Camp 1/3/2003
32. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
33. Memory Pictures 1/3/2003
34. The Call Of The Winds 1/3/2003
35. The Hill Maples 1/3/2003
36. The Wind 1/3/2003
37. My Longshore Lass 1/3/2003
38. The Poet 1/3/2003
39. Twilight In The Garden 1/3/2003
40. Rain Along Shore 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Lucy Maud Montgomery

A Summer Day

I

The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.


II

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are...

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In An Old Town Garden

Shut from the clamor of the street
By an old wall with lichen grown,
It holds apart from jar and fret
A peace and beauty all its own.

The freshness of the springtime rains
And dews of morning linger here;
It holds the glow of summer noons
And ripest twilights of the year.

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