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.
Finale
Emily Pauline Johnson
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Poem topics: music, star, time, wind, voice, great, hear, Valentine's Day, light, good, night, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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