THE BIRDS' LULLABY
Johnson, E. Pauline
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 is 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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