Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

1. I Feel (Verse Libre) 1/3/2003
2. In An Old Farmhouse 1/3/2003
3. The Call 1/3/2003
4. Unrecorded 1/3/2003
5. Rain On The Hill 1/3/2003
6. On The Hills 1/3/2003
7. Out O'Doors 1/3/2003
8. The Wood Pool 1/3/2003
9. The Voyagers 1/3/2003
10. Two Loves 1/3/2003
11. My Legacy 1/3/2003
12. September 1/3/2003
13. If Mary Had Known 1/3/2003
14. Harbor Moonrise 1/3/2003
15. While The Fates Sleep 1/3/2003
16. In The Days Of The Golden Rod 1/3/2003
17. A Shore Twilight 4/14/2010
18. The Choice 1/3/2003
19. To My Enemy 1/3/2003
20. Twilight 1/3/2003
21. With Tears They Buried You Today 1/3/2003
22. Rain Along Shore 1/3/2003
23. Morning Along Shore 1/3/2003
24. Off To The Fishing Ground 1/3/2003
25. On The Bay 1/3/2003
26. In Port 1/3/2003
27. Midnight In Camp 1/3/2003
28. In An Old Town Garden 1/3/2003
29. The Watchman 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. When The Dark Comes Down 1/3/2003
34. The Hill Maples 1/3/2003
35. The Wind 1/3/2003
36. Shore Twilight 1/3/2003
37. My Longshore Lass 1/3/2003
38. The Poet 1/3/2003
39. Twilight In The Garden 1/3/2003
40. Sea Sunset 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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