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

Outside the afterlight's lucent rose
Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
And shadows are stealing across the snows;
From the mystic gloom of the pineland alleys.
Glamour of mingled night and day
Over the wide, white world has sway,
And through their prisoning azure bars,
Gaze the calm, cold eyes of the early stars.

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