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. On The Hills 1/3/2003
4. Out O'Doors 1/3/2003
5. The Three Songs 1/3/2003
6. The Wood Pool 1/3/2003
7. Unrecorded 1/3/2003
8. The Watchman 1/3/2003
9. My Legacy 1/3/2003
10. September 1/3/2003
11. If Mary Had Known 1/3/2003
12. Rain On The Hill 1/3/2003
13. The Call 1/3/2003
14. The Choice 1/3/2003
15. When The Dark Comes Down 1/3/2003
16. Twilight 1/3/2003
17. With Tears They Buried You Today 1/3/2003
18. The Voyagers 1/3/2003
19. In An Old Town Garden 1/3/2003
20. Rain Along Shore 1/3/2003
21. Two Loves 1/3/2003
22. Morning Along Shore 1/3/2003
23. The Gulls 1/3/2003
24. The Difference 1/3/2003
25. Off To The Fishing Ground 1/3/2003
26. Harbor Moonrise 1/3/2003
27. The Seeker 1/3/2003
28. While The Fates Sleep 1/3/2003
29. On The Bay 1/3/2003
30. In Port 1/3/2003
31. Midnight In Camp 1/3/2003
32. In The Days Of The Golden Rod 1/3/2003
33. A Shore Twilight 4/14/2010
34. To My Enemy 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

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  • Paul Amrod Paul Amrod (5/28/2016 4:21:00 PM)

    A very gorgeous poem filled with challenges. With a good review of the rare words one comes to a very conclusive and touching result. I enjoy this type of romantic fantasy. This method has captured me in my own work.

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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 Call

Mother of her who is close to my heart
Cease to chide!
For no small thing must I wander afar
From the tender arms and lips of my bride­
My love with eyes like the glowing star
In the twilight sky apart.

Coulds't thou have seen Him standing there
Ere the day was born,

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