Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BIRDS' LULLABY, by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON



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THE BIRDS' LULLABY, by                     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.





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