Anne and Gilbert Get Married

Anne's House of Dreams: Week 1

Photo from anneofgreengables.com

The moment we have all been waiting for—Anne and Gilbert get married!

The Sullivan Entertainment movie, Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story, is completely different from the book, hence why Gilbert is dressed in uniform. Here’s a clip from the movie of their first dance as man and wife.

They were married in the sunshine of the old orchard, circled by the loving and kindly faces of long-familiar friends. Mr. Allan married them, and the Reverend Jo made what Mrs. Rachel Lynde afterwards pronounced to be the “most beautiful wedding prayer” she had ever heard. Birds do not often sing in September, but one sang sweetly from some hidden bough while Gilbert and Anne repeated their deathless vows. Anne heard it and thrilled to it; Gilbert heard it, and wondered only that all the birds in the world had not burst into jubilant song; Paul heard it and later wrote a lyric about it which was one of the most admired in his first volume of verse; Charlotta the Fourth heard it and was blissfully sure it meant good luck for her adored Miss Shirley. The bird sang until the ceremony was ended and then it wound up with one mad little, glad little trill. Never had the old gray-green house among its enfolding orchards known a blither, merrier afternoon.

I can’t help but think of the birdsong I heard while walking down Lovers’ Lane in PEI this past June.

In Lovers' Lane
by L. M. Montgomery

I know a place for lagging feet
Deep in the valley where the breeze
Makes melody in lichened boughs
And murmurs low love-litanies.

There slender harebells nod and dream,
And pale wild-roses offer up
The fragrance of their golden hearts
As from some incense-brimmed cup.

It holds the sunshine sifted down
Softly through many a beechen screen,
Save where by deeper woods embraced
Cool shadows linger dim and green.

And there my love and I may walk
And harken to the lapsing fall
Of unseen brooks, and tender winds,
And wooing birds that sweetly call.

And every voice to her will say
What I repeat in dear refrain,
And eyes will meet with seeking eyes
And hands will clasp in Lovers' Lane.

Come, sweetheart, then, and we will stray
Adown that valley, lingering long
Until the rose is wet with dew
And robins come to even-song;

And woo each other, borrowing speech
Of love from winds and brooks and birds
Until our sundered thoughts are one
And hearts have no more need of words.

I hope you are enjoying Anne’s House of Dreams!

I’m delighted that you’re here!

~Stephanie