Thursday, July 21, 2016

A SUMMER DAY by Lucy Maud Montgomery



A  SUMMER   DAY


 by Lucy Maud Montgomery


The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.


II

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.


III

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.


orning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime.

A joy reckless and wild,
that's been in the heart of every child,
now set within her,
for there is no cure.
Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees.

The books that weighed her down,
now thrown on the ground.
The rivers cleansed from winter,
are now heated for splendor
The happiness of knowing,
no bedtimes are set,
and so schedules to be met.
The sun now beating within her veins
washes away all her pains.

Then without a sound,
the sun starts to sink down.
so she heads inside,
satisfied,
until the next time.

But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile,
So it stays outside and watches the sun,
waiting for what is to come.

The birds fall asleep the peepers start to peep,
And slowly the sunbeams caressing the mountains,
Turn them into splendorous fountains.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-time-of-freedom
orning's soft air, touching everything with such care,
Caresses a young face, in a quiet secluded place.
Smile planted strong, heart beating on.
Only one thing is on her mind, and that is summertime.

A joy reckless and wild,
that's been in the heart of every child,
now set within her,
for there is no cure.
Her spirit set free, soars higher than the trees.

The books that weighed her down,
now thrown on the ground.
The rivers cleansed from winter,
are now heated for splendor
The happiness of knowing,
no bedtimes are set,
and so schedules to be met.
The sun now beating within her veins
washes away all her pains.

Then without a sound,
the sun starts to sink down.
so she heads inside,
satisfied,
until the next time.

But her spirit is just too wild and decides to wait awhile,
So it stays outside and watches the sun,
waiting for what is to come.

The birds fall asleep the peepers start to peep,
And slowly the sunbeams caressing the mountains,
Turn them into splendorous fountains.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-time-of-freedom

A joy reckless and wild,
that's been in the heart of every child,

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-time-of-freedom



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