Thursday, October 24, 2002
Poem of the Day:
'Sunrise Along Shore'
Athwart the harbor lingers yet
The ashen gleam of breaking day,
And where the guardian cliffs are set
The noiseless shadows steal away;
But all the winnowed eastern sky
Is flushed with many a tender hue,
And spears of light are smiting through
The ranks where huddled sea-mists fly.
Across the ocean, wan and gray,
Gay fleets of golden ripples come,
For at the birth-hour of the day
The roistering, wayward winds are dumb.
The rocks that stretch to meet the tide
Are smitten with a ruddy glow,
And faint reflections come and go
Where fishing boats at anchor ride.
All life leaps out to greet the light --
The shining sea-gulls dive and soar,
The swallows whirl in dizzy flight,
And sandpeeps flit along the shore.
From every purple landward hill
The banners of the morning fly,
But on the headlands, dim and high,
The fishing hamlets slumber still.
One boat alone beyond the bar
Is sailing outward blithe and free,
To carry sturdy hearts afar
Across those wastes of sparkling sea;
Staunchly to seek what may be won
From out the treasures of the deep,
To toil for those at home who sleep
And be the first to greet the sun.
(Lucy Maud Montgomery)
I've been a great fan of LMM's picturesque writing - and her Anne series of books is one of my all-time favourites. Her stories set in fictional Avonlea always evoke those emotions you associate with autumn's carpet leaves, lighthouses on warm sunny sea-shores and, above all, the warmth of human union with Nature.
In case you haven't read any Anne books yet - you can start off with the first one on Gutenberg (zipped version).
posted by Kensy |