Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

A Summer Day - Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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 her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.


III

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.


Comments about A Summer Day by Lucy Maud Montgomery

  • (5/28/2016 11:31:00 PM)


    Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
    With hope and courage of the day.
    Beautifully penned motivational and inspirational poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
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  • Amar Agarwala (5/28/2016 7:59:00 PM)


    A beautiful composition. The descriptions are stunning! (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (5/28/2016 3:22:00 PM)


    This is odd. I usually don't like the verbose, overgrown, elaborate, multi-syllable approach to writing favored by some of the classics- - - but this one reads easy, paints great scenes, has something to say.. These lines are yummy- - - The evening comes in wimple gray;
    By burnished shore and silver lake
    - - - - -as is - - - - - - -
    Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
    By lisping margins of her streams.
    - - - - - as is- - - - - -
    And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
    About the lips of haunted springs.
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/28/2016 12:03:00 PM)


    Lone and fair! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (5/28/2016 11:59:00 AM)


    Ah, L.M. Montgomery, the author of the Anne of Green Gables series and The Golden Road, one of my favorite books when I was a child.
    Incidentally, this poem was also chosen as poem of the day less than a year ago, on July 10,2015.
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  • (5/28/2016 5:46:00 AM)


    Summer all the way, hard to fight against the heat. (Report) Reply

  • Kinyua Karanja (7/10/2015 5:55:00 AM)


    Someone to remind me the name of this type of poem, Please... (Report) Reply

  • Paul Reed (7/10/2015 2:49:00 AM)


    Come, let us fill our hearts straightway with hope and courage of the day. Inspirational. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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