The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn, <br />And now the music sleeps-- <br />Its benediction falling where the dim <br />Dusk of the forest creeps. <br />Mute grows the great concerto--and the light <br />Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night. <br />But through the night time I shall hear within <br />The murmur of these trees, <br />The calling of your distant violin <br />Sobbing across the seas, <br />And waking wind, and star-reflected light <br />Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finale/
