English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. Spring Song. Люси Мод Монтгомери.

Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери)

Spring Song

Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south! 
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth. 

In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist, 
And the river’s orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst. 

Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days; 
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays. 

Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils, 
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills. 

Ours shall be the moonrise stealing
Through the birches ivory-white; 
Ours shall be the mystic healing
Of the velvet-footed night. 

Ours shall be the gypsy winding
Of the path with violets blue, 
Ours at last the wizard finding
Of the land where dreams come true.

Lucy Maud Montgomery’s other poems:

1. The Hill Maples
2. The Truce of Night
3. When the Fishing Boats Go Out
4. The Old Man’s Grave
5. On the Bay

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Robert Stevenson (Роберт Стивенсон) Spring Song (“THE air was full of sun and birds”)

Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Spring Song (“The merry Spring, the bright, bright Spring”)

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