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Lucy Maud Montgomery's Poetry, by title

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  • Ho, a day
    Whereon we may up and away,
    33 lines
  • Let us put awhile away
    All the cares of work-a-day,
    30 lines
  • When I am dead
    I would that ye make my bed
    23 lines
  • Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er
    A kingdom of enchantment by the shore!
    25 lines
  • I
    The dawn laughs out on orient hills
    33 lines, 1 comment
  • Above the marge of night a star still shines,
    And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • I
    The air is silent save where stirs
    33 lines
  • Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken
    Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine,
    24 lines
  • The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods,
    And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
    Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
    18 lines
  • It is a year dear one, since you afar
    Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight­
    32 lines
  • The dark is coming o'er the world, my playmate,
    And the fields where poplars stand are very still,
    24 lines
  • Searching the pile of corpses the victors found four Frenchmen still breathing. Three had scarcely a spark of life . . . the fourth seemed likely to survive
    98 lines
  • There's a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman,
    The sob of the waves has a sound akin to a woman's cry,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Now at our casement the wind is shrilling,
    Poignant and keen
    30 lines
  • Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
    In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.
    16 lines
  • I walked to-day, but not alone,
    Adown a windy, sea-girt lea,
    20 lines
  • Down home to-night the moonshine falls
    Across a hill with daisies pied,
    20 lines
  • 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;
    16 lines
  • In a lone valley fair and far,
    Where many sweet beguilements are,
    28 lines
  • Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
    Are simply the souls of beautiful things!
    18 lines
  • Last night I looked across the hills
    And through an arch of darkling pine
    20 lines
  • I
    With you I shall ever be;
    27 lines
  • A hundred generations have gone into its making,
    With all their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears;
    8 lines
  • I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought
    That in words well chosen thou gavest to me,
    16 lines
  • There's a hush and stillness calm and deep,
    For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep
    21 lines
  • There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea
    On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee
    28 lines
  • I feel
    Very much
    21 lines
  • If Mary had known
    When she held her Babe's hands in her own­
    65 lines
  • Outside the afterlight's lucent rose
    Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys,
    40 lines
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