Finding Solitude in a Digital Age: The Healing Power of L.M. Montgomery’s “Night”
Night
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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.
Reflection
In a world that never hits the “off” switch, when was the last time you let the darkness speak?
L.M. Montgomery’s “Night” is a hauntingly beautiful anthem for the exhausted. It captures a speaker who sheds the “pretend laughter” of the day to walk with solitude as a friend. This “hungry heart” is finally fed, not by social validation, but by the “immemorial sea” and the quiet moor.
In contemporary society, we are constantly “on”—performing for algorithms and maintaining curated personas. Montgomery’s verses remind us that the “bitterness and cark” of daily life can only be neutralized when we embrace the “communion of the dark.” Solitude isn’t an absence of people; it is a presence of self. By retreating into the “enchanted moon” and “eerie road,” we find a “sweet forgetfulness” that heals the wounds inflicted by a fast-paced, demanding world. Like the toiler welcoming sleep, we must welcome the stillness to remain whole.
As you read this poem, ask yourself:
In your own life, what masks do you only feel safe enough to remove once the world goes quiet?
