Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er <br />A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! <br /> <br />Behold the sky with early stars ashine, <br />A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine. <br /> <br />Like a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea <br />Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly; <br /> <br />But the glad winds that utter naught of grief <br />Make silver speech by headland and by reef. <br /> <br />Saving for such there is no voice or call <br />To mar the gracious silence over all <br /> <br />Silence so tender 'tis a sweet caress, <br />A most beguiling and dear loneliness. <br /> <br />Lo, here we find a beckoning solitude, <br />A winsome presence to be mutely wooed, <br /> <br />Which, being won, will teach us fabled lore, <br />The old, old, gramarye of the sibyl shore! <br /> <br />Oh, what a poignant rapture thus to be <br />Lingering at twilight by the ancient sea!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shore-twilight/
