Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BIRDS' LULLABY, by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping Last Line: And we drowse to your dreamy whispering. Alternate Author Name(s): Tekahionwake Subject(s): Birds; Cedar Trees; Night; Bedtime | ||||||||
I SING to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping With shadowy garments, the wilderness through; All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping, So echo the anthems we warbled to you; While we swing, swing, And your branches sing, And we drowse to your dreamy whispering. II Sing to us, cedars; the night-wind is sighing, Is wooing, is pleading, to hear you reply; And here in your arms we are restfully lying, And longing to dream to your soft lullaby; While we swing, swing, And your branches sing. And we drowse to your dreamy whispering. III Sing to us, cedars; your voice is so lowly. Your breathing so fragrant, your branches so strong; Our little nest-cradles are swaying so slowly, While zephyrs are breathing their slumberous song. And we swing, swing, While your branches sing, And we drowse to your dreamy whispering. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN A CRY FROM AN INDIAN WIFE by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON |
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