The Truce Of Night Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Truce Of Night

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Lo, it is dark,
Save for the crystal spark
Of a virgin star o'er the purpling lea,
Or the fine, keen, silvery grace of a young
Moon that is hung
O'er the priest-like firs by the sea;
Lo, it is still,
Save for the wind of the hill,
And the luring, primeval sounds that fill
The moist and scented air­
'Tis the truce o' night, away with unrest and care!

Now we may forget
Love's fever and hate's fret,
Forget to-morrow and yesterday;
And the hopes we buried in musky gloom
Will come out of their tomb,
Warm and poignant and gay;
We may wander wide,
With only a wish for a guide,
By heath and pool where the Little Folk bide,
We may share in fairy mirth,
And partake once more in the happy thoughts of earth.

Lo, we may rest
Here on her cradling breast
In the wonderful time of the truce o' night,
And sweet things that happened long ago,
Softly and slow,
Will creep back to us in delight;
And our dreams may be
Compact of young melody,
Just such as under the Eden Tree,
'Mid the seraphim's lullabies,
Eve's might have been ere banished from Paradise.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 22 December 2014

Her books are better than her poetry! (Anne of Green Gables, The Golden Road, etc.)

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Leslie Philibert 22 December 2014

Not too sure this is modern, she died in 1942!

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Pranab K Chakraborty 22 December 2012

Forget to-morrow and yesterday; And the hopes we buried in musky gloom Will come out of their tomb, .......................... absolutely. It comes, will come to the next at line. After all such romantic idea has a logic to believe........Pranab k c

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