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The Watchman

And for fear of Him the keepers did shake and become as dead men. -Matthew 28 and 4

My Claudia, it is long since we have met,

So kissed, so held each other heart to heart!

I thought to greet thee as a conqueror comes,

Bearing the trophies of his prowess home,

But Jove hath willed it should be otherwise

Jove, say I? Nay, some mightier stranger-god

Who thus hath laid his heavy hand on me,

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Sunrise along Shore

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,

And spears of light are smiting through

The ranks where huddled sea-mists fly.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

An April Night

The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods,

And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,

Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds

Over the pools and the whimpering rills;

And with her the mists, like dryads that creep

From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,

Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,

With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

The Wind

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

The cradle where her first-born lay.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Spring Song

Hark, I hear a robin calling!

List, the wind is from the south!

And the orchard-bloom is falling

Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

In the dreamy vale of beeches

Fair and faint is woven mist,

And the river's orient reaches

Are the palest amethyst.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

A Day Off

Let us put awhile away

All the cares of work-a-day,

For a golden time forget,

Task and worry, toil and fret,

Let us take a day to dream

In the meadow by the stream.

We may lie in grasses cool

Fringing a pellucid pool,

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Come, Rest Awhile

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 hear

The wayward chimes of memory's pensive bells,

Wind-blown o'er misty hills and curtained dells.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Night

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

Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;

I walk with solitude as with a friend

Enfolded and apart.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

For Little Things

Last night I looked across the hills

And through an arch of darkling pine

Low-swung against a limpid west

I saw a young moon shine.

And as I gazed there blew a wind,

Loosed where the sylvan shadows stir,

Bringing delight to soul and sense

The breath of dying fir.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Down Stream

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 life astir in our veins!

The wakening birds will sing for us in the woods wind-shaken,

And the solitude of the hills will be broken by hymns to the light,

As we sweep past drowsing hamlets, still feathered by dreams of slumber,

And leave behind us the shadows that fell with the falling of night.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Forever

With you I shall ever be;

Over land and sea

My thoughts will companion you;

With yours shall my laughter chime,

And my step keep time

In the dusk and dew

With yours in blithesome rhyme;

by Lucy Maud Montgomery