Emily Pauline Johnson

[Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

81. The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) 1/1/2004
82. The Song My Paddle Sings 4/7/2010
83. The Songster 1/1/2004
84. The Trail To Lillooet 1/1/2004
85. The Train Dogs 1/1/2004
86. The Vagabonds 1/1/2004
87. The Vine 1/1/2004
88. The Wolf 1/1/2004
89. Thistle-Down 1/1/2004
90. Through Time And Bitter Distance 4/7/2010
91. Under Canvas 1/1/2004
92. Wave-Won 1/1/2004
93. When George Was King 4/7/2010
94. Where Leaps The Ste. Marie 1/1/2004
95. Wolverine 4/7/2010
96. Workworn 1/1/2004
97. Your Mirror Frame 1/1/2004
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Finale

The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn,
And now the music sleeps--
Its benediction falling where the dim
Dusk of the forest creeps.
Mute grows the great concerto--and the light
Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night.
But through the night time I shall hear within
The murmur of these trees,
The calling of your distant violin
Sobbing across the seas,
And waking wind, and star-reflected light
Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.

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Overlooked

Sleep, with her tender balm, her touch so kind,
Has passed me by;
Afar I see her vesture, velvet-lined,
Float silently;
O! Sleep, my tired eyes had need of thee!
Is thy sweet kiss not meant to-night for me?

Peace, with the blessings that I longed for so,
Has passed me by;

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