Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

1. In An Old Farmhouse 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. I Feel (Verse Libre) 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. The Voyagers 1/3/2003
12. In An Old Town Garden 1/3/2003
13. Two Loves 1/3/2003
14. If Mary Had Known 1/3/2003
15. Harbor Moonrise 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. When The Dark Comes Down 1/3/2003
21. Rain Along Shore 1/3/2003
22. Morning Along Shore 1/3/2003
23. The Gulls 1/3/2003
24. My Legacy 1/3/2003
25. September 1/3/2003
26. The Difference 1/3/2003
27. On The Bay 1/3/2003
28. In Port 1/3/2003
29. Midnight In Camp 1/3/2003
30. The Prisoner 1/3/2003
31. Memory Pictures 1/3/2003
32. The Call Of The Winds 1/3/2003
33. The Hill Maples 1/3/2003
34. The Wind 1/3/2003
35. Twilight 1/3/2003
36. Shore Twilight 1/3/2003
37. In Lovers' Lane 1/3/2003
38. The Poet 1/3/2003
39. Song Of The Sea-Wind 1/3/2003
40. Genius 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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Out O'Doors

There's a gypsy wind across the harvest land,
Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand;
Where cloud shadows blow across the sunwarm waste,
And the first red leaves are falling let us haste,
For the waning days are lavish of their stores,
And the joy of life is with us out o' doors!

Let us roam along the ways of golden rod
Over uplands where the spicy bracken nod,

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