Tag: Emily Pauline Johnson poems
A Cry From An Indian Wife by Emily Pauline Johnson

A Cry From An Indian Wife by Emily Pauline Johnson

My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell; We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell What mighty ills befall our little band, Or what you'll suffer from the white man's hand? Here ...

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At Sunset by Emily Pauline Johnson

At Sunset by Emily Pauline Johnson

To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose; And some hot soul seems throbbing close ...

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The Giant Oak by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Giant Oak by Emily Pauline Johnson

And then the sound of marching armies 'woke Amid the branches of the soldier oak, And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb The lashing storms that muttered, overcome, ...

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The Wolf by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Wolf by Emily Pauline Johnson

Like a grey shadow lurking in the light, He ventures forth along the edge of night; With silent foot he scouts the coulie's rim And scents the carrion awaiting him. His savage ...

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Lullaby Of The Iroquois by Emily Pauline Johnson

Lullaby Of The Iroquois by Emily Pauline Johnson

Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest, Wrapped in your nest, Strapped in your nest, Your straight little cradle-board rocks you to rest; Its hands are your nest; ...

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Rainfall by Emily Pauline Johnson

Rainfall by Emily Pauline Johnson

From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float, The 'waking wind pipes soft its rising note. From out the west, o'erhung with fringes grey, The wind preludes with sighs its ...

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Shadow River by Emily Pauline Johnson

Shadow River by Emily Pauline Johnson

MUSKOKA A stream of tender gladness, Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skies; Of warm midsummer air that lightly lies In mystic rings, Where softly swings The music of a thousand ...

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The Cattle Thief by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Cattle Thief by Emily Pauline Johnson

They were coming across the prairie, they were galloping hard and fast; For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted their man at last-- Sighted him off to Eastward, ...

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Beyond The Blue by Emily Pauline Johnson

Beyond The Blue by Emily Pauline Johnson

I Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around. Why, sir, he thought a lot of you, and only three months ...

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Ojistoh by Emily Pauline Johnson

Ojistoh by Emily Pauline Johnson

I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife Of him whose name breathes bravery and life And courage to the tribe that calls him chief. I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he Is land, and lake, ...

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Aspens by Emily Pauline Johnson

Aspens by Emily Pauline Johnson

A sweet high treble threads its silvery song, Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin It trills its pure soprano, light and long- Like the vibretto of a mandolin.

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Finale by Emily Pauline Johnson

Finale by Emily Pauline Johnson

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 ...

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Close By by Emily Pauline Johnson

Close By by Emily Pauline Johnson

So near at hand (our eyes o'erlooked its nearness In search of distant things) A dear dream lay--perchance to grow in dearness Had we but felt its wings Astir. The air our very ...

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As Red Men Die by Emily Pauline Johnson

As Red Men Die by Emily Pauline Johnson

Captive! Is there a hell to him like this? A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss? He--proud and scornful, he--who laughed at law, He--scion of the deadly Iroquois, He--the ...

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Canada by Emily Pauline Johnson

Canada by Emily Pauline Johnson

(ACROSTIC) Crown of her, young Vancouver; crest of her, old Quebec; Atlantic and far Pacific sweeping her, keel to deck. North of her, ice and arctics; southward a rival's ...

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Autumn’s Orchestra by Emily Pauline Johnson

Autumn’s Orchestra by Emily Pauline Johnson

(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS) Know by the thread of music woven through This fragile web of cadences I spin, That I have only caught these songs since you Voiced them upon your ...

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A Prodigal by Emily Pauline Johnson

A Prodigal by Emily Pauline Johnson

My heart forgot its God for love of you, And you forgot me, other loves to learn; Now through a wilderness of thorn and rue Back to my God I turn. And just because my God ...

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Fire-Flowers by Emily Pauline Johnson

Fire-Flowers by Emily Pauline Johnson

And only where the forest fires have sped, Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands, A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head, And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed, It ...

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At Husking Time by Emily Pauline Johnson

At Husking Time by Emily Pauline Johnson

At husking time the tassel fades To brown above the yellow blades, Whose rustling sheath enswathes the corn That bursts its chrysalis in scorn Longer to lie in prison shades. ...

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The Lost Lagoon by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Lost Lagoon by Emily Pauline Johnson

It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon, And we two dreaming the dusk away, Beneath the drift of a twilight grey, Beneath the drowse of an ending day, And the curve of a golden moon. It is ...

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The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) by Emily Pauline Johnson

When did you sink to your dreamless sleep Out there in your thunder bed? Where the tempests sweep, And the waters leap, And the storms rage overhead. Were you lying there on ...

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Overlooked by Emily Pauline Johnson

Overlooked by Emily Pauline Johnson

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 ...

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Good-Bye by Emily Pauline Johnson

Good-Bye by Emily Pauline Johnson

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, Sounds of the sands have sped; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead. Sounds of the days of summer Murmur and die ...

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The Corn Husker by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Corn Husker by Emily Pauline Johnson

Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields, She comes to labour, when the first still hush Of autumn follows large and recent ...

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Day Dawn by Emily Pauline Johnson

Day Dawn by Emily Pauline Johnson

All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul, And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole To fill my dreams with splendour such as stars could ...

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Harvest Time by Emily Pauline Johnson

Harvest Time by Emily Pauline Johnson

Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain, Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain, Wearied of pleasuring weeks away, Summer is lying asleep to-day,-- Where winds come sweet from the ...

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The Happy Hunting Grounds by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Happy Hunting Grounds by Emily Pauline Johnson

Into the rose gold westland, its yellow prairies roll, World of the bison's freedom, home of the Indian's soul. Roll out, O seas! in sunlight bathed, Your plains wind-tossed, and ...

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In The Shadows by Emily Pauline Johnson

In The Shadows by Emily Pauline Johnson

I am sailing to the leeward, Where the current runs to seaward Soft and slow, Where the sleeping river grasses Brush my paddle as it passes To and fro. On the shore the heat ...

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In Grey Days by Emily Pauline Johnson

In Grey Days by Emily Pauline Johnson

Measures of oil for others, Oil and red wine, Lips laugh and drink, but never Are the lips mine. Worlds at the feet of others, Power gods have known, Hearts for the favoured ...

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The Train Dogs by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Train Dogs by Emily Pauline Johnson

Out of the night and the north; Savage of breed and of bone, Shaggy and swift comes the yelping band, Freighters of fur from the voiceless land That sleeps in the Arctic zone. ...

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Silhouette by Emily Pauline Johnson

Silhouette by Emily Pauline Johnson

The sky-line melts from russet into blue, Unbroken the horizon, saving where A wreath of smoke curls up the far, thin air, And points the distant lodges of the Sioux. Etched where ...

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Lady Icicle by Emily Pauline Johnson

Lady Icicle by Emily Pauline Johnson

Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land And gleaming in the north-land, her pillow all a-glow; For the frost has come and found her With an ermine robe around her Where ...

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At Crow’s Nest Pass by Emily Pauline Johnson

At Crow’s Nest Pass by Emily Pauline Johnson

At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend Themselves apart, the rivers wend A lawless course about their feet, And breaking into torrents beat In useless fury where they blend ...

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The Legend Of Qu’Appelle Valley by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Legend Of Qu’Appelle Valley by Emily Pauline Johnson

I am the one who loved her as my life, Had watched her grow to sweet young womanhood; Won the dear privilege to call her wife, And found the world, because of her, was good. I ...

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The Homing Bee by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Homing Bee by Emily Pauline Johnson

You are belted with gold, little brother of mine, Yellow gold, like the sun That spills in the west, as a chalice of wine When feasting is done. You are gossamer-winged, ...

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Mosses by Emily Pauline Johnson

Mosses by Emily Pauline Johnson

The lost wind wandering, forever grieves Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of leaves Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweeps their refrain Like ...

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Penseroso by Emily Pauline Johnson

Penseroso by Emily Pauline Johnson

Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is to be Alone, alone with God's grey earth that seems Pulse of my pulse and consort of my dreams. To-night my soul ...

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Calgary Of The Plains by Emily Pauline Johnson

Calgary Of The Plains by Emily Pauline Johnson

Not of the seething cities with their swarming human hives, Their fetid airs, their reeking streets, their dwarfed and poisoned lives, Not of the buried yesterdays, but of the ...

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The Riders Of The Plains by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Riders Of The Plains by Emily Pauline Johnson

Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair? But we of the North will answer, while life in ...

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Nocturne by Emily Pauline Johnson

Nocturne by Emily Pauline Johnson

Night of Mid-June, in heavy vapours dying, Like priestly hands thy holy touch is lying Upon the world's wide brow; God-like and grand all nature is commanding The "peace that ...

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Re-Voyage by Emily Pauline Johnson

Re-Voyage by Emily Pauline Johnson

What of the days when we two dreamed together? Days marvellously fair, As lightsome as a skyward floating feather Sailing on summer air-- Summer, summer, that came drifting ...

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The Cattle Country by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Cattle Country by Emily Pauline Johnson

Up the dusk-enfolded prairie, Foot-falls, soft and sly, Velvet cushioned, wild and wary, Then--the coyote's cry. Rush of hoofs, and roar and rattle, Beasts of blood and breed, ...

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Guard Of The Eastern Gate by Emily Pauline Johnson

Guard Of The Eastern Gate by Emily Pauline Johnson

Halifax sits on her hills by the sea In the might of her pride,-- Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battlements rear ...

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An Etching by Emily Pauline Johnson

An Etching by Emily Pauline Johnson

A meadow brown; across the yonder edge A zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedge Of underbush has cleft its course in twain, Till where beyond it staggers up again; The long, grey ...

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The Maple by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Maple by Emily Pauline Johnson

I It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong, Voicing abroad its patriotic song. II Its daring colours bravely flinging forth The ensign of the Nation of the North.

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Brandon by Emily Pauline Johnson

Brandon by Emily Pauline Johnson

Born on the breast of the prairie, she smiles to her sire--the sun, Robed in the wealth of her wheat-lands, gift of her mothering soil, Affluence knocks at her gateways, opulence ...

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Christmastide by Emily Pauline Johnson

Christmastide by Emily Pauline Johnson

I may not go to-night to Bethlehem, Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread The paths wherein the shepherds walked, that led To Christ, and peace, and God's good will to men. I ...

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Brier: Good Friday by Emily Pauline Johnson

Brier: Good Friday by Emily Pauline Johnson

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded armBends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,I do not feel the thorns so much ...

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The Mariner by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Mariner by Emily Pauline Johnson

"Wreck and stray and castaway."--SWINBURNE. Once more adrift. O'er dappling sea and broad lagoon, O'er frowning cliff and yellow dune, The long, warm lights of afternoon ...

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The Song My Paddle Sings by Emily Pauline Johnson

The Song My Paddle Sings by Emily Pauline Johnson

West wind, blow from your prairie nest,Blow from the mountains, blow from the westThe sail is idle, the sailor too ;O! wind of the west, we wait for you.Blow, blow!I have wooed ...

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