Emily Pauline Johnson
Emily Pauline Johnson Poems
- Finale The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn, And now...
- Fire-Flowers And only where the forest fires have sped, ...
- A Cry From An Indian Wife My forest brave, my Red-skin love, ...
- A Prodigal My heart forgot its God for love of you, And ...
- The Cattle Thief They were coming across the prairie, they ...
- Canadian Born We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved ...
- At Sunset To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes; ...
Emily Pauline Johnson (also known in Mohawk as Tekahionwake –pronounced: dageh-eeon-wageh, literally: 'double-life'), commonly known as E. Pauline Johnson or just Pauline Johnson, was a Canadian writer and performer popular in the late 19th century. Johnson was notable for her poems and performances that celebrated her First Nations heritage; her father was a Mohawk chief of mixed ancestry, and her mother an English immigrant. One such poem is the frequently anthologized "The Song My Paddle Sings".
Her poetry was published in Canada, the United States and Great Britain. Johnson was one of a generation of widely read writers who began to define a Canadian literature. ... more »
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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.