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     TWILIGHT IN ABEGWEIT 
     
    
   
   
    
     By L. M. Montgomery 
     
    
   
   
    
     A filmy western sky of smoky red, 
     
     Blossoming into stars above a sea 
     
     Of soft mysterious dim silver spread 
     
     Beyond the long gray dunes' serenity, 
     
     \Vhere the salt grasses and sea poppies press 
     
    
   
   
    
     Together in a wild sweet loneliness. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Seven slim poplars on the windy hill 
     
     Talk some lost language of an elder dag. 
     
     Taught by the green folk that inhabit still 
     
     The daisied field and secret friendly way. 
     
     Forever keeping in their solitudes 
     
     The magic ritual of our northern woods. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The darkness woos us like a perfumed flower 
     
    
   
   
    
     To reedy meadow pool and wise old trees, 
     
     To beds of spices in a garden bower 
     
    

    
     And the spruce valley/'8 dear austerities. 
     
     I know their lure of dusk but evermore 
     
    
   
   
    
     I turn to the enchantment of the shore. 
     
    
   
   
    
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     L. M. Montgomery, the famous author of “Anne 
     
     of Green Gables”. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The idle ships dream—like at anchor ride 
     
    
   
   
    
     Beside the piers where wavelets lap and croon, 
     
    
   
   
    
     One ghostly ship sails outward with the tide 
     
    
   
   
    
     That swells to meet the pale imperial moon. 
     
    
   
   
    
     O fading ship, between the dark and light, 
     
     I send my heart and hope with you tonight.