{"id":3319,"date":"2021-05-13T08:45:34","date_gmt":"2021-05-13T12:45:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3319"},"modified":"2021-05-13T08:45:36","modified_gmt":"2021-05-13T12:45:36","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-129","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2021\/05\/13\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-129\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #129"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/scott-walsh-VBM7TFSRPog-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3320\"\/><figcaption>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@outsighted?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Scott Walsh<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/prince-edward-island?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I grew up reading Lucy Maud Montgomery&#8217;s books and it has created a life-long desire to visit Prince Edward Island. Maybe one day I will make it there.  I stumbled across this poem of hers and it sounds exactly like something Anne Shirley would have written. I can picture her gazing out across the shore and composing this and then Diana being her admiring audience as she reads it aloud with dramatic emphasis.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">A pale enchanted moon is sinking low\nBehind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,\nAnd there is haunted starlight on the flow \nOf immemorial sea.\n\nI am alone and need no more pretend\nLaughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;\nI walk with solitude as with a friend\nEnfolded and apart.\n\nWe tread an eerie road across the moor\nWhere shadows weave upon their ghostly looms,\nAnd winds sing an old lyric that might lure\nSad queens from ancient tombs.\n\nI am a sister to the loveliness\nOf cool far hill and long-remembered shore,\nFinding in it a sweet forgetfulness\nOf all that hurt before.\n\nThe world of day, its bitterness and cark,\nNo longer have the power to make me weep;\nI welcome this communion of the dark\nAs toilers welcome sleep.\n\nNight\nLucy Maud Montgomery<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I grew up reading Lucy Maud Montgomery&#8217;s books and it has created a life-long desire to visit Prince Edward Island. Maybe one day I will make it there. I stumbled across this poem of hers and it sounds exactly like something Anne Shirley would have written. I can picture her gazing out across the shore and composing this and then Diana being her admiring audience as she reads it aloud with dramatic emphasis. A pale enchanted moon is sinking low Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, And there is haunted starlight on the flow Of immemorial sea. I am alone and need no more pretend Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart; I walk with solitude as with a friend Enfolded and apart. We tread an eerie road across the moor Where shadows weave upon their ghostly looms, And winds sing an old lyric that might lure Sad queens from ancient tombs. I am a sister to the loveliness Of cool far hill and long-remembered shore, Finding in it a sweet forgetfulness Of all that hurt before. The world of day, its bitterness and cark, No longer have the power to make me weep; I welcome this communion of the dark As toilers welcome sleep. Night Lucy Maud Montgomery<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3320,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3319","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3319"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3319\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3322,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3319\/revisions\/3322"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}