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

Shut from the clamor of the street
By an old wall with lichen grown,
It holds apart from jar and fret
A peace and beauty all its own.

The freshness of the springtime rains
And dews of morning linger here;
It holds the glow of summer noons
And ripest twilights of the year.

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