Sunday, April 8, 2018

Poetry Sunday: An April Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery

There is something mystical and bewitching about a soft spring night when it seems that all the world is being renewed around us. Lucy Maud Montgomery describes such a magical night in April when the sorceress "weaves about us in meadow and mere the spell of a hundred vanished Springs."


An April Night 
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.

Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow
Wanders Will-o'-the-Wisp through the night,
Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago
By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.

The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,
Akin to all eerie and elfin things,
Who weaves about us in meadow and mere
The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.

4 comments:

  1. Oh, I like that poem. Is that the same L M Montgomery who wrote Anne of Green Gables? One of my favorite childhood books. I have been watching the Netflix series adapted from that book, Anne With An E. It is quite good.

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    1. It is the same person. She was a poet as well. Anne of Green Gables was always a favorite with my girls as they were growing up. I remember watching a series on PBS with them that was based on the book. It was quite good.

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    1. We all need a little loveliness and magic in our lives.

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