Lucy Maud Montgomery

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

Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems

81. When The Fishing Boats Go Out 1/3/2003
82. My Longshore Lass 1/3/2003
83. The Christmas Night 1/3/2003
84. The Sea Spirit 1/3/2003
85. Echo Dell 1/3/2003
86. The Mother 1/3/2003
87. The Old Home Calls 1/3/2003
88. Among The Pines 1/3/2003
89. A Day Off 1/3/2003
90. An Autumn Evening 1/3/2003
91. The Truce Of Night 1/3/2003
92. Come, Rest Awhile 1/3/2003
93. Down Home 1/3/2003
94. As The Heart Hopes 1/3/2003
95. A Winter Day 1/3/2003
96. A Winter Dawn 1/3/2003
97. A Summer Day 1/3/2003

Comments about Lucy Maud Montgomery

  • Bev Orris (2/3/2018 3:17:00 AM)

    I love all her novels, short stories and poems She is a painter but uses words, not paint

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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.

Best Poem of Lucy Maud Montgomery

A Summer Day


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.


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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