Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | April 26, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: An April Night

by Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874 – 1942).


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                       5

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,                        10

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                         15

The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.



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