Lucy Maud Montgomery

It came to him in rainbow dreams,
Blent with the wisdom of the sages,
Of spirit and of passion born;
In words as lucent as the morn…

Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance,
All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance!
Down into the forest dipping, Deep and deeper as we go,
One might fancy dryads slipping Where the…

I smile o’er the wrinkled blue­
Lo! the sea is fair,
Smooth as the flow of a maiden’s hair;
And the welkin’s light shines through…

There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of silver and magicry;
And the harbor is like to an ebon cup With mother-o'-pearl to the lips lined up,
And brimmed with the wine of entranced…

A hundred generations have gone into its making, With all their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears;
Their vanished joy and pleasure, their pain and their heart-breaking, Have colored this rare blossom of the long-unfruitful…

I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought That in words well chosen thou gavest to me,
Deep in the life of my soul it has wrought With its own rare essence to ever imbue me,
To gleam like a star over devious ways,
To bloom…

Beloved, this the heart I offer thee
Is purified from old idolatry,
From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain
Of passion’s dregs, by penitential pain.Take thou it, then, and fill it up for me…

One said; ”Lo, I would walk hand-clasped with thee
Adown the ways of joy and sunlit slopes
Of earthly song in happiest vagrancy
To pluck the blossom of a thousand hopes.…

Surely the flowers of a hundred springs Are simply the souls of beautiful things!
The poppies aflame with gold and red Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.
The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled Were the rainbow dreams of…

Wrapped was the world in slumber deep,
By seaward valley and cedarn steep,
And bright and blest were the dreams of its sleep;
All the hours of that wonderful night-tide through…

Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder,
Chance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate,
I might have cherished you well, have been to you fond and faithful,
Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great.Each cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned,…

Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated!
Tell me how I may win thee, tell me how I must woo.
Shall I creep to thy white feet, in guise of a humble lover ?
Shall I croon in mild petition, murmuring vows anew ?Shall I stretch my arms unto thee, biding thy maiden coyness,…

It is a year dear one, since you afar
Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight­
A wondrous year! perchance in many a star
You have sojourned, or basked within the light…

Let us put awhile away
All the cares of work-a-day,
For a golden time forget,
Task and worry, toil and fret,…

When I am dead
I would that ye make my bed
On that low-lying, windy waste by the sea,
Where the silvery grasses rustle and lisp;…

Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set
The noiseless shadows steal away; But all the winnowed eastern sky
Is flushed with many a tender hue

With tears they buried you to-day,
But well I knew no turf could hold
Your gladness long beneath the mould,
Or cramp your laughter in the clay;…

If Mary had
When she held her Babe's hands in her own­Little hands that were tender and white as a rose,
All dented with dimples from finger to wrist,
Such as mothers have kissed­That one day they must feel the fierce

The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done,
Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And a kingdom's fate was
With the scarlet thread of victory,
And honor from death's grim revelry Like a flame-red flower was…

Come, let us to the sunways of the west,
Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill,
Let us dream dreams again in our blithe quest
O’er whispering wold and hill.…

Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear­The wayward chimes of memory’s pensive bells,…

Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o’er
A kingdom of enchantment by the shore!Behold the sky with early stars ashine,
A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine.Like a dumb poet’s soul the troubled sea
Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly;But the glad winds that utter naught of grief…

Lo, it is dark,
Save for the crystal spark
Of a virgin star o’er the purpling lea,
Or the fine, keen, silvery grace of a young…

I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair Of their heads (If they have any hair) And dragging them around A few times, And then cutting them Into small, irregular pieces And burying them In the depths of the blue sea. They…