Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

41. Night 1/3/2003
42. November Evening 1/3/2003
43. Off To The Fishing Ground 1/3/2003
44. On The Bay 1/3/2003
45. On The Hills 1/3/2003
46. One Of The Shepherds 1/3/2003
47. Out O'Doors 1/3/2003
48. Rain Along Shore 1/3/2003
49. Rain On The Hill 1/3/2003
50. Realization 1/3/2003
51. Sea Sunset 1/3/2003
52. September 1/3/2003
53. Shore Twilight 1/3/2003
54. Song Of The Sea-Wind 1/3/2003
55. Spring Song 1/3/2003
56. Sunrise Along Shore 1/3/2003
57. The Bridal 1/3/2003
58. The Call 1/3/2003
59. The Call Of The Winds 1/3/2003
60. The Choice 1/3/2003
61. The Christmas Night 1/3/2003
62. The Difference 1/3/2003
63. The Exile 1/3/2003
64. The Farewell 1/3/2003
65. The Forest Path 1/3/2003
66. The Garden In Winter 1/3/2003
67. The Gulls 1/3/2003
68. The Hill Maples 1/3/2003
69. The Mother 1/3/2003
70. The Old Home Calls 1/3/2003
71. The Old Man's Grave 1/3/2003
72. The Poet 1/3/2003
73. The Poet's Thought 1/3/2003
74. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
75. The Rovers 1/3/2003
76. The Sea Spirit 1/3/2003
77. The Sea To The Shore 1/3/2003
78. The Seeker 1/3/2003
79. The Three Songs 1/3/2003
80. The Truce Of Night 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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The Gulls

I

Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east,
Light is abroad on the sea,
All of the heaven with silver is fleeced,
Holding the sunrise in fee.
Lo! with a flash and uplifting of wings
Down where the long ripples break,
Cometh a bevy of glad-hearted things,

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