Emily Pauline Johnson

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

Finale - Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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