Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)

Here you will find the Poem Moonset of poet Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)


Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs, 
That waking murmur low, 
As some lost melody returning stirs 
The love of long ago; 
And through the far, cool distance, zephyr fanned. 
The moon is sinking into shadow-land. 

The troubled night-bird, calling plaintively, 
Wanders on restless wing; 
The cedars, chanting vespers to the sea, 
Await its answering, 
That comes in wash of waves along the strand, 
The while the moon slips into shadow-land. 

O! soft responsive voices of the night 
I join your minstrelsy, 
And call across the fading silver light 
As something calls to me; 
I may not all your meaning understand, 
But I have touched your soul in shadow-land.