Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

1. A Summer Day 1/3/2003
2. The Truce Of Night 1/3/2003
3. As The Heart Hopes 1/3/2003
4. Come, Rest Awhile 1/3/2003
5. Down Home 1/3/2003
6. A Day Off 1/3/2003
7. An Autumn Evening 1/3/2003
8. A Winter Dawn 1/3/2003
9. Echo Dell 1/3/2003
10. Among The Pines 1/3/2003
11. A Winter Day 1/3/2003
12. The Sea Spirit 1/3/2003
13. Gratitude 1/3/2003
14. Down Stream 1/3/2003
15. By An Autumn Fire 1/3/2003
16. A Request 1/3/2003
17. When The Fishing Boats Go Out 1/3/2003
18. The Garden In Winter 1/3/2003
19. For Little Things 1/3/2003
20. The Rovers 1/3/2003
21. The Christmas Night 1/3/2003
22. A Day In The Open 1/3/2003
23. At Nightfall 1/3/2003
24. To One Hated 1/3/2003
25. The Old Home Calls 1/3/2003
26. Forever 1/3/2003
27. An April Night 1/3/2003
28. At The Long Sault 1/3/2003
29. Fancies 1/3/2003
30. Harbor Dawn 1/3/2003
31. Before Storm 1/3/2003
32. Realization 1/3/2003
33. You 1/3/2003
34. The Mother 1/3/2003
35. The Forest Path 1/3/2003
36. One Of The Shepherds 1/3/2003
37. The Sea To The Shore 1/3/2003
38. Twilight And I Went Hand In Hand 1/3/2003
39. Companioned 1/3/2003
40. The Exile 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 Farmhouse

Outside the afterlight's lucent rose
Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
And shadows are stealing across the snows;
From the mystic gloom of the pineland alleys.
Glamour of mingled night and day
Over the wide, white world has sway,
And through their prisoning azure bars,
Gaze the calm, cold eyes of the early stars.

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