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Poems: Index by First Line

What follows is an index by first line of L.M. Montgomery’s poems reprinted in The L.M. Montgomery Reader, Volume 1: A Life in Print (2013), A Name for Herself: Selected Writings, 1891–1917 (2018), and A World of Songs: Selected Poems, 1894–1921 (2019). Forty-one additional poems appear in The Blythes Are Quoted (2009), and a volume of Montgomery’s collected poems is in progress.

Poems by L.M. Montgomery } { Poems: Index by Title } { Poems: Index by Date } Periodical Pieces: Index by Periodical }


As my letter must be brief
A song, a song of courage, of fellowship and cheer
A wide spring meadow in a rosy dawn
A windy, hollow sky of crystal clear


Bride of a day, your eye is bright


Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o’er


Do you remember that lone, ancient shore


Folded away in the cedar chest


Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping


I am to die to-night! A solemn calm
If I could see you once, but once, as in
If I had known how much of lasting good
If love should come
I have buried my dead
I know a place for lagging feet
It came to him in rainbow dreams
I thank thee, friend, for the beautiful thought
It opened on a world of wonder
I walked to-day, but not alone
I would be well if once again I saw the dancing shadows
I wrote therein the bitterness


Just a hush among the trees


Life, as thy gift I ask no rainbow joy
Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated!


Make it where the winds may sweep
My pictures? Why, yes; I will show them with gladness


Not ours to join in the well-fought fray


Oh, darkness and silence hold their sway
Once on a time I spoke a word
One day the Piper came down the Glen . . .


Sad and strange as some weird old rune
She’s standing on the bridge above me looking down


The carnage of the battle day was done
The poet sang of a battle-field
There’s a grayness over the harbour like fear on the face of a woman
There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it
The roses are very fair that among you blossom
The sea dusk shrouds in violet gloom the ocean’s silver blue
These I may not take with me
Three days have I in my heart upsealed
Today in the turbid city
To-day I walked in dreamful mood adown


We lingered there when twilight fell
Well, we have parted, you and I—and you
We were out on the hills that night
When she was dead
When the pearly skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more
Where the old shores were purple a glossy sea-shell lying
With tears they buried you to-day
With you I shall always be
With you I shall ever be


You ask me when I loved you first?

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