We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it’s grand and great.”
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Lucy Maud Montgomery is one of Canada’s most cherished authors, best known for the world-renowned Anne of Green Gables. Born in 1874, she was raised in the Maritimes on Prince Edward Island, famous for its red soil, potatoes, traditional Celtic music, and idyllic lifestyle. I live on the opposite coast of Canada, but once I visited the Maritimes, I felt it was home.
This month OTR celebrates April with the poems of Lucy Maud Montgomery.
An April Night
By Lucy Maud Montgomery
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
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,
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
The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.