"I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June."
-Anne Of The Island by L.M. Montgomery
Kindred Spirits
Artwork by James Hill
Image courtesy/Shop At Sullivan
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.
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.
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
Above the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.
"A Summer Day"
Lucy Maude Montgomery
(1874-1942)
Canadian writer and poetess
Author of the "Anne of Green Gables" Series of novels.
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