Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 2, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Lullaby of the Iroquois

by E. Pauline Johnson (1861 – 1931).

 

Lullaby of the Iroquois

 

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;                                                                                    5

Its bands are your nest;

It swings from the down-bending branch of the oak;

You watch the camp flame, and the curling grey smoke;

But, oh, for your pretty black eyes sleep is best,–

Little brown baby of mine, go to rest.                                                        10

 

Little brown baby-bird swinging to sleep,

Winging to sleep,

Singing to sleep,

Your wonder-black eyes that so wide open keep,

Shielding their sleep,                                                                                      15

Unyielding to sleep,

The heron is homing, the plover is still,

The night-owl calls from his haunt on the hill,

Afar the fox barks, afar the stars peep,–

Little brown baby of mine, go to sleep.                                                     20

 

http://www.manataka.org/page1998.html

http://www.humanities.mcmaster.ca/~pjohnson/home.html


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