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Born in November 30, 1874 / Died in April 24, 1942 / Canada / English

Poems by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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The Seeker

... But never I found aught of happiness there! Then I took my way back to a valley of old ...

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The Three Songs

... "He has sung a song that will never die !" And once more he sang, all low and apart, ...

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The Truce of Night

... 'Tis the truce o' night, away with unrest and care! Now we may forget ...

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The Voyagers

... Till the harp of the waves in its rhythmic beat keeps time to our pulses' swing, ...

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The Watchman

... Not quite so wise if he were half a god! I know that strange things happened when he died­ ...

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The Wind

... Of passing sweet that wooed your stay ...

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The Wood Pool

... And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, ...

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To My Enemy

... To crown thee, O, mine enemy! Thanks, endless thanks, to thee I owe ...

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To One Hated

... Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder, ...

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Twilight

... The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length, ...

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Two Loves

... With gladness brimméd up!" And one said, "I would pray to go with thee ...

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When the Dark Comes Down

... For toil has folded hands to dream, and care has ceased to frown, ...

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When the Fishing Boats Go Out

... afts of sunrise athwart the merry sea! Behind us, fair, light-smitten hills in dappled splendor lie, ...

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While the Fates Sleep

... The fields will yield their trove of spice and musk, ...

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With Tears They Buried You Today

... A little thing. Ay, we shall laugh at those who deem ...