Lucy Maud Montgomery

There's a hush and stillness calm and deep,
For the waves have wooed all the winds to
In the shadow of headlands bold and steep;
But some gracious spirit has taken the

My friend has gone away from me
From shadow into perfect light,
But leaving a sweet legacy.My heart shall hold it long in fee­
A grand ideal, calm and bright,…

Hark, oh hark the elfin laughter
All the little waves along,
As if echoes speeding after
Mocked a merry merman’s song!All the gulls are out, delighting…

IA wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn
Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky
Fleeced with a dappled cloud but half withdrawn;
A mad wind blowing by,…

Now at our casement the wind is shrilling,
Poignant and keen
And all the great boughs of the pines between
It is harping a lone and hungering strain…

There’s a gypsy wind across the harvest land,
Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand;
Where cloud shadows blow across the sunwarm waste,
And the first red leaves are falling let us haste,…

I walked to-day, but not alone,
Adown a windy, sea-girt lea,
For memory, spendthrift of her charm,
Peopled the silent lands for me.The faces of old comradeship…

Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover,
That letters a message for us as for every vagrant rover;
Before us the dells are abloom, and a leaping brook calls after,
Feeling its kinship with us in lore of dreams and laughter.Out of the valleys of moonlight elfin voices are calling;…

There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea,
There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide That calls enticingly;
The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon's bound,
And with wide sails set and eager…

Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder,
Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath of the years!
Spring harps glad laughter through us, and ministrant rains of the autumn
Sing us again the songs of ancient dolor and tears.The glory of sunrise smites on our fair, free brows uplifted…

A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years.
Naught but a little cat, you say;
Yet we remember her,
A creature loving, loyal, kind

Frosty-white and cold it lies
Underneath the fretful skies;
Snowflakes flutter where the red
Banners of the poppies spread,…

Ho, come out with the wind of spring,  And step it blithely in woodlands waking;
Friend am I of each growing thing  From the gray sod into sunshine breaking;
Mine is the magic of twilights dim,
Of violets blue on the still pool's rim,

O, wind! what saw you in the South, In lilied meadows fair and far?
I saw a lover kiss his lass New-won beneath the evening star.
O, wind! what saw you in the West Of passing sweet that wooed your stay?
I saw a mother kneeling by…

Comrades, up!
Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late moon whitens and wanes;
Before us the sun will rise, deep-purpling headland and islet, It is well to meet him thus, with the…

A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And there is haunted starlight on the flow
Of immemorial sea. I am alone and need no more pretend

Wan white mists upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully All the sunken reefs along, Wail and heart-break in its song, But adown the placid bay Fisher-folk keep holiday.
All the deeps beyond the bar Call and murmur from afar, 'Plaining of a…

Make it where the winds may sweep
Through the pine boughs soft and deep,
And the murmur of the sea
Come across the orient lea,…

When the dark comes down, oh, the wind is on the
With lisping laugh and whimper to the red reef's threnody,
The boats are sailing homeward now across the harbor
With many a jest and many a shout from fishing grounds afar.

We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore,
We shall sail with the magic of dusk behind and enchanted coasts before,
Over oceans that stretch to the sunset land where lost Atlantis lies,
And our pilot…

Ho, a
Whereon we may up and away,
With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs,
And there piping a call to the fallow and shore,

As my letter must be brief,
I'll at once state my belief, And this it is — that, since the world began, And Adam first did say, "'Twas Eve led me astray," A woman hath more patience than a man.
If a man's obliged to wait For…

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…

In a lone valley fair and far,
Where many sweet beguilements are,
I know a spot to lag and
Through damask morns and noons agleam;