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Sunken Garden and Other Poems - Walter de la Mare · Jane Austen Audiobooks

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  Speaker 1: The Sunken Garden and other poems by Walter de la
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  Speaker 1: Maire read for LibriVox dot org. By Bruska Chuk The
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  Speaker 1: Little Salamander to Margo. When I go free, I think
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  Speaker 1: twill be a night of stars and snow, and the
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  Speaker 1: wild fires of frost shall light my footsteps as I
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  Speaker 1: go Nobody, nobody will be there with groping touch or
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  Speaker 1: sight to see me in my bush of hair, dance
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  Speaker 1: burning through the night. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Sunken Garden by Walter de
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  Speaker 1: la Maire read for LibriVox dot org. Speak not whisper,
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  Speaker 1: not here, bloweth time and bergamot softly on the evening hour.
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  Speaker 1: Secret herbs, their spices shower, dark spiked rosemary and mirror lean,
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  Speaker 1: stalked purple lavender hides within her bosom too, all her sorrows,
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  Speaker 1: bitter rue. Breathe, not trespass, not of this green and
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  Speaker 1: darkling spot latticed from the moon's beams. Perchance a distant
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  Speaker 1: dreamer dreams, perchance upon its darkening air, the unseen ghosts
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  Speaker 1: of children, fair faintly, swinging, sway and sweep like lovely
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  Speaker 1: sea flowers in its deep, while unmov'd to watch, and
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  Speaker 1: ward minutes gloomed and daisied. Sward stands with bows and
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  Speaker 1: dewey head, that one little leaden lad end a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Riddlers by
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  Speaker 1: Walter de la Mare read for LibriVox dot org thou solitary,
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  Speaker 1: The blackbird cried aye from the happy wren linnet, and
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  Speaker 1: black cap woodlark thrush perched all upon a sweet briar bush.
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  Speaker 1: Have come, at cold of midnight tide to ask thee
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  Speaker 1: why and when griefs mote thy heart? So thou dost
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  Speaker 1: sing in solemn hush of evening, so sorrowfully lovelorn thing, Nay, nay,
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  Speaker 1: not sing but rave, but wail most melancholic nightingale, Do
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  Speaker 1: not the dews of darkness steep all pinings of the
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  Speaker 1: day in sleep? Why then, when rocked in starry nest
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  Speaker 1: we mutely couch secure at rest, doth thy lone heart
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  Speaker 1: delight to make music for sorrow's sake? A moon was
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  Speaker 1: there so still her beam it seem'd the whole world
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  Speaker 1: lay a dream lulled by the watery sea, And from
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  Speaker 1: her leafy night hung nook upon this stranger soft did look,
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  Speaker 1: the nightingale sighed, he tis strange, my friend, the kingfisher.
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  Speaker 1: But yester morn conjured me here out of his green
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  Speaker 1: and gold, to say, why thou, in splendor of the
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  Speaker 1: noon warest of color, but golden shoon, and else dost
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  Speaker 1: thee array in a most somber suit of black. Surely
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  Speaker 1: he sighed some load of grief past all our thinking
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  Speaker 1: and belief must weigh upon his back. Do then, in turn,
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  Speaker 1: tell me, if joy thy heart as well as voice employ,
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  Speaker 1: why dost thou now most sable shine in plumage woefuller
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  Speaker 1: far than mine? Thy silence is a sadder thing than
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  Speaker 1: any dirge I sing. Thus, then these two small birds
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  Speaker 1: perched there breathed a strange riddle. Both did share, yet
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  Speaker 1: neither could expound. And we who sing, but as we
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  Speaker 1: can in the small knowledge of a man, have we
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  Speaker 1: an answer found. Nay? Some are happy whose delight his
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  Speaker 1: head even from themselves from sight. And some win peace,
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  Speaker 1: who spend the skill of words too sweet, and despair
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  Speaker 1: of finding consolation where life has but one dark hen
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  Speaker 1: who in rupt solitude, tell o'er a tale as lovely
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  Speaker 1: as for lore into the Midnight Air End a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Missus Grundy by
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  Speaker 1: Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox dot org. Step
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  Speaker 1: very softly, sweet, quiet foot, stumble not, whisper, not, smile
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  Speaker 1: not by this dark ivy stoop, cheek and brow still
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  Speaker 1: even thy heart, What seest thou high, quaft, broad browed, aged, suave,
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  Speaker 1: yet grim, a large flat face, eyes keenly dim, staring
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  Speaker 1: at nothing that's me, and yet with a hate one
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  Speaker 1: could never know, never forget. This is my world, my garden,
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  Speaker 1: my home. Hither my father, bad mother to come and
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  Speaker 1: bear me out of the dark into light, and happy
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  Speaker 1: I was in her tender sight. And then thou, frail flower,
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  Speaker 1: she died and went forgetting my pitiless banishment. And that
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  Speaker 1: old woman, an aunt, she said, came hither, lodged, fattened,
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  Speaker 1: and made her bed. Oh, yes, thou most blessed, from
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  Speaker 1: Monday to Sunday, hast lived on me, preyed on me.
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  Speaker 1: Missus Grundie called me, dear nephew. On each of those
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  Speaker 1: chairs has gloated in righteousness, heard my prayer. Why didst
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  Speaker 1: thou dare the thorns of the grove timidust, trespasser, huntress
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  Speaker 1: of love. Now thou hast peeped, And now dost know
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  Speaker 1: what kind of creature is thine four foe, not that
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  Speaker 1: she'll tear out thy innocent eyes, poison thy mouth with
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  Speaker 1: devil trees. Watch thou wait, thou soon wilt begin the
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  Speaker 1: guile of a voice. Park Come in, Come in end
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  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 1: Dark House by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. See this house, How dark it is beneath
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  Speaker 1: its vast bowed trees. Not one trembling leaflet cries to
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  Speaker 1: that watcher in the skies. Remove, Remove thy searching gaze,
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  Speaker 1: innocent of Heaven's ways, brute not moon so wildly bright
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  Speaker 1: on secrets hidden from sight, secrets, sighs the night wind.
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  Speaker 1: Vacancy is all I find, every keyhole I have made,
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  Speaker 1: wail o, subbns, faint and sad. No voice ever answers me,
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  Speaker 1: only vacancy. Once once the cricket shrills and far and near,
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  Speaker 1: the quiet fills with its tiny voice, and then hush
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  Speaker 1: falls again. Mute, shadows, creeping, slow, mark how the hours go.
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  Speaker 1: Every stone is moldering, slow, and the least winds that blow,
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  Speaker 1: some minutest atom, shake, some fretting ruin, make in roof
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  Speaker 1: and walls. How black it is beneath these thick bowed
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  Speaker 1: trees end a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Mistress Fell by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. Whom seek you here, sweet mistress fell one
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  Speaker 1: who loved me, passing well, dark, his eye wild, his
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  Speaker 1: face stranger. If in this lonely place bite such an one,
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  Speaker 1: then prithee say I am come here to day many
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  Speaker 1: his like Mistress Fell. I did not look, so cannot
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  Speaker 1: tell only this I surely know. When his voice called
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  Speaker 1: me I must go, touched me his fingers, and my
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  Speaker 1: heart leapt at the sweet paines smart? Why did he
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  Speaker 1: leave you? Mistress fell? Magic laid its dreary spell stranger?
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  Speaker 1: He was fast asleep into his dream. I tried to creep,
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  Speaker 1: called his name. Soft was my cry? He answered, not
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  Speaker 1: one's sigh. The flower and the thorn are here. Falleth
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  Speaker 1: the night, dew, cold and clear out of her bower.
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  Speaker 1: The bird replies, mocking the dark with ecstasies. See how
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  Speaker 1: the earth's green grass doth grow praising what sleeps below.
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  Speaker 1: Thus have they told me, and I come as flies
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  Speaker 1: the wom did wild bird home. Not tears I give,
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  Speaker 1: but all that he clasped in his arms, sweet charity,
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  Speaker 1: all that he loved to him, I bring for a
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  Speaker 1: close whispering end a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. The Stranger by Walter de la Maire read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org. In the woods as I did
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  Speaker 1: walk dappled with the moon's beam, I did with a
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  Speaker 1: stranger talk, and his name was dream spurred, his heel dark,
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  Speaker 1: his cloak shady wide, his bonnet's brim, his horse beneath
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  Speaker 1: a silvery oak grazed as I talked with him softly,
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  Speaker 1: his breast brooch burned and shone, hill and deep. Wherein
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  Speaker 1: his eyes one of his hands held mine, and one
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  Speaker 1: the fruit that makes men wise wonderly strange was earth
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  Speaker 1: to sea, flowers white as milk did gleam, spread to heaven.
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  Speaker 1: The assyrian tree over my head with dream dews were
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  Speaker 1: still betwixt us twain stars, a trembling beauty shared. Yet
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  Speaker 1: not a whisper comes again of the words he said.
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  Speaker 1: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Flight by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. How do the days press on and lay
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  Speaker 1: their fallen locks at evening down? While as the stars
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  Speaker 1: in darkness play and moonbeams weave a crown, a crown
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  Speaker 1: of flower like light in heav'n wherein the hollow hearch
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  Speaker 1: of space mourns. Mistress dreams, and the plea ads seven
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  Speaker 1: stand watch about her place. Stand watch o days, no number,
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  Speaker 1: keep of ours? When this dark clay is blind, when
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  Speaker 1: the world's clocks are dumb in sleep tis then I
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  Speaker 1: seek my kind end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Remonstrance runs by Walter de la
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  Speaker 1: Maire read for LibriVox dot org. I was at peace
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  Speaker 1: until you came and set a careless mind aflame. I
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  Speaker 1: lived in quiet, cold, content, all longing, in safe banishment,
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  Speaker 1: until your ghostly lips and eyes made wisdom unwise. Naught
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  Speaker 1: was in me to tempt your feet to seek a lodging.
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  Speaker 1: Quite forgot lay the sweet solitude we two in childhood
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  Speaker 1: used to wander through times cold had closed my heart
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  Speaker 1: about and shot you out well? And what then, o
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  Speaker 1: vision grave, take all the little all I have strip
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  Speaker 1: me of what in voiceless thought, life's kept of life, unhaulked,
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  Speaker 1: unsought reverie and dream that memory must hide deep in dust.
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  Speaker 1: This only I say, though cold and bare, the haunted
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  Speaker 1: house you have chosen to share, Still neath its walls,
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  Speaker 1: the moonbeam goes and trembles on the untended rose. Still
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  Speaker 1: o'er its broken roof tree, rise the starry arches of
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  Speaker 1: the skies, And neath your lightest word shall be the
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  Speaker 1: thunder of an ebbing sea. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. The Exile by Walter de
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  Speaker 1: la Maire read for Libriva dot Org. I am that Adam, who,
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  Speaker 1: with snake for guest, hid anguished eyes upon Eve's piteous breast.
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  Speaker 1: I am that Adam, who, with broken wings fled from
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  Speaker 1: the seraph's brazen trumpetings. Betrayed and fugitive, I still must
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  Speaker 1: roam a world where sin and beauty whisper of home.
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  Speaker 1: All from white circuit shall at length I see pure
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  Speaker 1: daybreak lighten again on Eden's tree. Loosed from remorse and
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  Speaker 1: hope and love's distress, enrobe me again in my lost
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  Speaker 1: nakedness no more with wordless grief, A loved one, grieve,
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  Speaker 1: but to Heaven's nothingness Rewelcome Eve. End a poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Eyes by Water de
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  Speaker 1: la Maire read for LibriVox dot org. O strange devices
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  Speaker 1: that alone divide the seer from the scene, the very
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  Speaker 1: highway of Earth's pomp and pride that lies between the
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  Speaker 1: traveler and the cheating, sweet delight of where he longs
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  Speaker 1: to be. But which bound hand and foot he close
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  Speaker 1: on night can only see end a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. The Tryst by Walter de
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  Speaker 1: la Maire read for LibriVox dot org. Why in my heart,
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  Speaker 1: o grief, dost thou in beauty bide? Dead? Is my
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  Speaker 1: well content and buried deep my pride? Cold are their
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  Speaker 1: stones beloved to hand and side? The shadows of even
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  Speaker 1: are gone? Shot are the day's clear flowers? Now have
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  Speaker 1: her birds left? Mute their singing bowers? Lone? Shall we be?
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  Speaker 1: We twain in the night hours, Thou, with thy cheek
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  Speaker 1: on mine and dark hair loosed, shalt see take the
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  Speaker 1: far stars for fruit the cypress tree, And in the
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  Speaker 1: ywe's black shall the moon be? We will tell no
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  Speaker 1: old tales nor heed if in wandering air die a
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  Speaker 1: lost song of love, or the once fair still as
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  Speaker 1: well water be the thoughts we share. And while the
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  Speaker 1: ghosts keep tryst from chill sepulchers dreamless, our gaze shall sleep,
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  Speaker 1: and sealed our ears, heart unto heart will speak without tears,
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  Speaker 1: All thy veiled, lovely face, Joy's strange disguise shall be
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  Speaker 1: the last to fade from these rapt eyes. Ere the
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  Speaker 1: first dart of daybreak pierce the skies. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Old Men
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  Speaker 1: by Walter de la Maire read for lib brevox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Hold and alone sit we caged riddle rid men lost
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  Speaker 1: to earths, Listen and see thoughts. Wherefore and when only
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  Speaker 1: far memories stray of a past, once lovely, but now
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  Speaker 1: wasted and faded away, like green leaves from the bough
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  Speaker 1: vast broods the silence of night, the ruinous moon lifts
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  Speaker 1: on our faces her light. Whence all dreaming is gone.
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  Speaker 1: We speak not trembles, each head in their sockets. Our
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  Speaker 1: eyes are still desire, as cold as the dead, without
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  Speaker 1: wonder or will, and wan with a landhorn draws near
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  Speaker 1: at claud with the moon in our eyes, where art thou,
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  Speaker 1: he asks, I am here wan by one we arise,
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  Speaker 1: and none lifts a hand to withhold a friend from
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  Speaker 1: the touch of that foe heart cries unto heart, Thou
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  Speaker 1: art old, yet reluctant we go end of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The Fool's Song by
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  Speaker 1: Walter de la Mare read for LibriVox dot org Never, No,
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  Speaker 1: never listen too long to the chattering wind in the willows.
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  Speaker 1: The night birds song tis sad in sooth to lie
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  Speaker 1: under the grass, but none too glad to wake and
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  Speaker 1: grow cold, where life shadows pass dumb the old tall
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  Speaker 1: woman's squats, And for every green copper, battered and worn
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  Speaker 1: dolls out nevers and knots. I know a blind man too,
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  Speaker 1: who with a sharp ear listens and listens the whole
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  Speaker 1: world through Oh sit, we snug to our feast with
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  Speaker 1: flatter and finger and spoon and good vitals at least.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Dreamer by Water de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org O. Thou who giving helm and sword, gavest
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  Speaker 1: two the rusting rain and starry dark, all tender dews
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  Speaker 1: to blunt and stain out of the battle. I am sped, unharmed,
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  Speaker 1: yet stricken, sore, a living shape, mid whispering shades on
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  Speaker 1: lethe's shore, no trophy in my hands. I bring to
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  Speaker 1: this sad, sighing stream. The nighings and the trumps and
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  Speaker 1: cries were but a dream, a dream, traitor to life
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  Speaker 1: of life, betrayed o of thy mercy, deep, a dream,
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  Speaker 1: my all. The all I ask is sleep. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Motley by water
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  Speaker 1: de la mare read for LibriVox dot org, Come death.
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  Speaker 1: I'd have a word with thee and thou poor innocency,
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  Speaker 1: and love a lad with broken wing, and pity too.
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  Speaker 1: The fool shall sing to you as fools will sing. Aye,
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  Speaker 1: music hath small sense and a tunes soon told. And
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  Speaker 1: earth is old, and my poor wits are dems. Yet
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  Speaker 1: have I secrets dark, my dear to breathe. You all
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  Speaker 1: come near, and lest some hideous listener tells, I'll ring
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  Speaker 1: my bells. They're all at war, Yes, yes, their bodies
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  Speaker 1: go neath burning sun, and I see star Two chaunted
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  Speaker 1: songs of woe, dragging cold cannon through a mire of
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  Speaker 1: rain and blood, and spouting fire, the new moon glinting
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  Speaker 1: hard on eyes wide with insanities. Hush, I use words
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  Speaker 1: I hardly know the meaning of. And the mute birds
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  Speaker 1: are glancing at love from out their shade of leaf
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  Speaker 1: and flower, trembling at treacheries which even in noonday coward
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  Speaker 1: heed heed not what I said of frenzied hosts of
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  Speaker 1: men more fools than I on envy, hatred fed, who
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  Speaker 1: kill and die, spake I not plainly, then, Yet pity whispered,
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  Speaker 1: why thou silly thing off to the daisies go? Mine
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  Speaker 1: was not news for child to know? And death no
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  Speaker 1: ears hath he hath supp'd where creep eyeless worms in
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  Speaker 1: hush of sleep. Yet when he smiles the hand he
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  Speaker 1: draws athwart his grinning jaws. Faintly the thin bones rattle,
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  Speaker 1: and there there hearken. How my bells in the air
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  Speaker 1: drive away care Nay, but a dream I had of
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  Speaker 1: a world all mad, not simple happy, mad like me
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  Speaker 1: who am mad, Like an empty scene of water and
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  Speaker 1: willow tree where the wind hath been. But that foul
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  Speaker 1: satan mad who rots in his own head and counts
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  Speaker 1: the dead, not honest one and two, But for the ghosts.
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  Speaker 1: They were brave, faithful, true, when head in air, in
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  Speaker 1: Earth's clear green and blue heaven, they did share with
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  Speaker 1: Beauty who bade them there there. Now death goes. Mayhap
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  Speaker 1: I've wearied him Aye, And the light doth dim, And
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  Speaker 1: as sleeps the rose and tired innocence in dreams. Is
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  Speaker 1: hence come love, my lad nodding that drowsy head, tis
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  Speaker 1: time thy prayers were said? End a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. To Eat nineteen seventeen by
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  Speaker 1: Walter de la Maire, read for LibriVox dot org. You
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  Speaker 1: sleep too well, too far away for sorrowing word to
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  Speaker 1: soothe or wound. Your very quiet seems to say, how
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  Speaker 1: longed for a peace you have found else. Had not
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  Speaker 1: death so lured you on, you would have grieved TwixT
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  Speaker 1: joy and fear. To know how my small loving son
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  Speaker 1: had wept for you, my dear end a poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Alexander by Walter de Lamare,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org. It was the Great Alexander,
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  Speaker 1: capped with a golden helm, sate in the ages, in
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  Speaker 1: his floating ship, in a dead calm, Voices of sea
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  Speaker 1: maids singing wandered across the deep. The sailors, laboring on
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  Speaker 1: their oars, rode as in sleep. All the high pomp
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  Speaker 1: of Asia, charm'd by that siren, lay out of their
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  Speaker 1: weary and dreaming minds, faded away like a bold boy sate.
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  Speaker 1: Their captain, his glamor wither'd and gone in the souls
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  Speaker 1: of his brooding mariners, while the song pined on time
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  Speaker 1: like a falling dew, life, like the scene of a
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  Speaker 1: dream laid between slumber and slumber. Only did seem o Alexander.
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  Speaker 1: Then in all us mortals too, wax thou not bold,
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  Speaker 1: too bold? On the wave, dark blue, come the calm
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  Speaker 1: infinite night. Who then will hear aught save the singing
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  Speaker 1: of the sea maids? Clear? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. For all the Grief by
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  Speaker 1: Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox dot org. For
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  Speaker 1: all the grief I have given with words, may now
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  Speaker 1: a few clear flowers blow in the dust and the heat,
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  Speaker 1: and the silence of birds, where the lonely go for
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  Speaker 1: the thing unsaid that heart hast of me be a
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  Speaker 1: dark cool water calling calling to the footsore, benighted, solitary
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  Speaker 1: when the shadows are fall, O, be beauty for all
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  Speaker 1: my blindness. A moon in the air, where the weary
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  Speaker 1: wend and dews burdened with loving kindness in the dark
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  Speaker 1: of the end. End a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Farewell by Walter de la Maire read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. When I lie where shades of
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  Speaker 1: darkness shall no more assail mine eyes, nor the rain
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  Speaker 1: make lamentation when the wind sighs, How will fare the world?
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  Speaker 1: Whose wonder was the very proof of me? Memory fades?
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  Speaker 1: Must the remembered perishing be O? When this my dust surrenders,
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  Speaker 1: hand foot lip to dust again, May these loved and
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  Speaker 1: loving faces please other men. May the rusting harvest hedgerow
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  Speaker 1: still the traveler's joy entwine, and as happy children gather
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  Speaker 1: posies once mine look thy last on all things lovely
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  Speaker 1: every hour. Let no knight seal thy sense in deathly slumber,
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  Speaker 1: till to delight thou have paid thy utmost blessing, since
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  Speaker 1: that all things thou wouldst praise beauty took from those
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  Speaker 1: who lov'd them in other days. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Clear Eyes by water
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  Speaker 1: de la mare Red for LibriVox dot org. Clear eyes
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  Speaker 1: do dim at last, and cheeks outlive their rose time,
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  Speaker 1: heedless of the past, no loving kindness knows chill unto
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  Speaker 1: mortal lip. Still leathy flows, griefs too, but brief, while
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  Speaker 1: stay and sorrow being o'er its salt tears shed away,
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  Speaker 1: woundeth the heart no more stealthily lave those waters that
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  Speaker 1: solemn shore. Ah. Then sweet face burn on, while yet
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  Speaker 1: quick memory lives, and sorrow ere thou art gone, Know
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  Speaker 1: that my heart forgives ere yet grown cold in peace,
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  Speaker 1: It loves not nor grieves. End a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Music by Walter de la
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  Speaker 1: mare Read for LibriVox dot org. When music sounds gone
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  Speaker 1: is the earth I know, and all her lovely things
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  Speaker 1: even lovelier. Grow her flowers in vision, flame, her forest trees,
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  Speaker 1: lift burdened branches stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds out
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  Speaker 1: of the water rise naiads whose beauty dims My waking eyes,
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  Speaker 1: wrapped in strange dream burns. Each enchanted face with solemn echoing,
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  Speaker 1: stirs their dwelling place. When music sounds all that I
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  Speaker 1: was I am heir to this haunt of brooding dust.
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  Speaker 1: I came while from time's woods break into distant song,
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  Speaker 1: the swift winged hours, as I hasten along end a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. In a churchyard
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  Speaker 1: by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: As children bidden to go to bed puff out their
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  Speaker 1: candles light, since that the natural dark is best for
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  Speaker 1: them to take their flight into the realm of sleep.
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  Speaker 1: So we God's bidding did obey, not without fear. Our
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  Speaker 1: tired eyes shut and wait and wait the day end
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  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Two
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  Speaker 1: Houses by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: In the strange city of life, two houses I know well,
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  Speaker 1: one wherein silence a garden hath, and one where dark
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  Speaker 1: doth dwell roof unto roof they stand, shadowing the dizzied
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  Speaker 1: street where vanity flownds for gilded booths in the noontide glare,
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  Speaker 1: and heat green graped upon their walls. The ancient hoary
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  Speaker 1: vine hath clustered their carbon likenous stones with tandril, serpentine
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  Speaker 1: and ever and anon, dazed in that clamorous throng. I
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  Speaker 1: thirst for the soundless, found that stills those orchards mute
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  Speaker 1: of song. Knock, knock, nor knock in vain heart, All
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  Speaker 1: thy secrets tell where silence a fast sealed garden hath
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  Speaker 1: where dark doth dwell end a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain, and of The Sunken Garden and
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  Speaker 1: other poems by Walter Dona Maire