Pauline Johnson Quotes

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 . . . —E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake), “The Birds’ Lullaby

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; Where'er she folds her holy wings I know         All tempests die; O! Peace, my tired soul had need of thee!