Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери)
The Wood Pool
Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, Where the untroubled, glimmering waters are, And sunlight seldom shines. Elusive shadows linger shyly here, And wood-flowers blow, like pale, sweet spirit-bloom, And white, slim birches whisper, mirrored clear In the pool’s lucent gloom. Here Pan might pipe, or wandering dryad kneel To view her loveliness beside the brim, Or laughing wood-nymphs from the byways steal To dance around its rim. ’Tis such a witching spot as might beseem A seeker for young friendship’s trysting place, Or lover yielding to the immortal dream Of one beloved face.
Lucy Maud Montgomery’s other poems:
- When the Fishing Boats Go Out
- On the Bay
- The Hill Maples
- The Truce of Night
- With Tears They Buried You Today
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