Down Home

Down home to-night the moonshine falls
Across a hill with daisies pied,
The pear tree by the garden gate
Beckons with white arms like a bride.

A savor as of trampled fern
Along the whispering meadow stirs,
And, beacon of immortal love,
A light is shining through the firs.

To my old gable window creeps
The night wind with a sigh and song,
And, weaving ancient sorceries,
Thereto the gleeful moonbeams throng

Beside the open kitchen door
My mother stands all lovingly,
And o'er the pathways of the dark
She sends a yearning thought to me.

It seeks and finds my answering heart
Which shall no more be peace-possessed
Until I reach her empty arms
And lay my head upon her breast.

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Comments (3)

this could be end of journey...sweet sleep
Anne of Greene Gables was my very first classic read at age nine, too, Kim, and was fascinating to envision the lives of Lucy's characters.... And I agree with you about this poem as well. It is sweet, but nothing like her story telling....
Her poetry is good, but not as good as her books. As a child I loved her book THE GOLDEN ROAD and all the girls in town loved ANNE OF GREEN GABLES and the other books in that series. One of my favorites parts of THE GOLDEN ROAD was a line that went something like this: My uncle felt all right when he went to bed, but when he woke up he was dead. That has influenced my sense of humor ever since.