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  Speaker 1: Section one of Goblin Market and Other Poems. This is
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  Speaker 1: Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti, read by
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Klett. Section one, Goblin Market. Morning and evening maids
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  Speaker 1: heard the goblins cry, come buy our orchard fruits, come buy,
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  Speaker 1: Come buy apples and quinces, lemons and oranges, plump, unpecked cherries,
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  Speaker 1: melons and raspberries, bloom down cheeked peaches, swart headed mulberries, wild,
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  Speaker 1: free born cranberries, crab apples, dewberries, pine apples, blackberries, apricots, strawberries,
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  Speaker 1: all ripe together in summer weather. Morns that pass by,
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  Speaker 1: fair eaves that fly, come by. Come by, are grapes
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  Speaker 1: fresh from the vine, pomegranates, full and fine, dates and
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  Speaker 1: sharp boulaces, rare pears and green gages, damsons and billberries.
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  Speaker 1: Taste them and try currants and gooseberries bright fire like barberries,
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  Speaker 1: figs to fill your mouth. Citrons from the south, sweet
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  Speaker 1: to tongue and sound to eye. Come by, come by,
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  Speaker 1: evening by evening among the brookside rushes. Laura bowed her
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  Speaker 1: head to hear. Lizzie veiled her blushes. Crouching close together
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  Speaker 1: in the cooling weather, with clasping arms and cautioning lips,
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  Speaker 1: with tingling cheeks and finger tips, lie close, Laura said,
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  Speaker 1: pricking up her golden head. We must not look at
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  Speaker 1: goblin men. We must not buy their fruits. Who knows
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  Speaker 1: upon what soil they fed their hungry, thirsty roots. Come by,
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  Speaker 1: call the goblins hobbling down the glen, Oh, cried Lizzie. Laura, Laura,
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  Speaker 1: you should not peep at goblin men. Lizzie covered up
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  Speaker 1: her eyes, covered close lest they should look. Laura reared
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  Speaker 1: her glossy head and whispered, like the restless brook Look, Lizzie, look,
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  Speaker 1: Lizzie down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket,
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  Speaker 1: one bears a plate, one lugs a golden dish of
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  Speaker 1: many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow, whose
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  Speaker 1: grapes are so luscious? How warm the wind must blow
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  Speaker 1: through the fruit bushes. No, said Lizzie, No, no, no,
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  Speaker 1: Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would
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  Speaker 1: harm us. She thrust a dimpled finger in each ear,
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  Speaker 1: shut eyes, and ran curious. Laura chose to linger, wondering
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  Speaker 1: at each merchantman. One had a cat's face, one whisked
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  Speaker 1: a tail, one tramped at a rat's pace. One crawled
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  Speaker 1: like a snail, one like a wombat, prowled obtuse and furry,
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  Speaker 1: one like a rattle, tumbled, hurry, scurry. She heard a
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  Speaker 1: voice like voice of doves cooing. All together they sounded
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  Speaker 1: kind and full of loves in the pleasant weather. Laura
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  Speaker 1: stretched her gleaming neck like a rush imbedded swan, like
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  Speaker 1: a lily, from the beck, like a moonlit poplar branch,
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  Speaker 1: like a vessel at the launch, when its last restraint
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  Speaker 1: is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen turned and trooped
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  Speaker 1: the goblin men with their shrill repeated cry, come by,
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  Speaker 1: come by. When they reached where Laura was, they stood
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  Speaker 1: stock still upon the moss, leering at each other, brother
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  Speaker 1: with queer brother, signaling each other brother with sly brother.
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  Speaker 1: One set his basket down, one reared his plate. One
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  Speaker 1: began to weave a crown of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts.
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  Speaker 1: Brown men sell not such in any town. One heaved
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  Speaker 1: the golden weight of dish and fruit to offer her.
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  Speaker 1: Come by, Come by, was still their cry. Laura stared,
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  Speaker 1: but did not stir, longed, but had no money. The
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  Speaker 1: whisk tailed merchant bade her taste in tones as smooth
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  Speaker 1: as honey. The cat faced purred, the rat paste spoke
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  Speaker 1: a word of welcome, and the snail paste even was heard.
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  Speaker 1: One parrot voiced and jolly cried pretty goblin still for
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  Speaker 1: pretty parley. One whistled like a bird, but wheat tooth.
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  Speaker 1: Laura spoke, in haste, good folk, I have no coin
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  Speaker 1: to take or to purloin. I have no copper in
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  Speaker 1: my purse. I have no silver either, and all my
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  Speaker 1: gold is on the furs that shakes in windy weather,
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  Speaker 1: above the rusty heather. You have much gold upon your head,
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  Speaker 1: they answered, altogether. Buy from us with a golden curl.
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  Speaker 1: She clipped a precious golden lock. She dropped a tear
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  Speaker 1: more rare than pearl, then sucked their fruit, globes fair
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  Speaker 1: or red, sweeter than honey, from the rock, stronger than man, rejoicing,
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  Speaker 1: wine clearer than water flowed that juice. She never tasted
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  Speaker 1: such before, How should it cloy? With length of use?
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  Speaker 1: She sucked and sucked and sucked the more fruits which
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  Speaker 1: that unknown orchard bore. She sucked until her lips were sore,
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  Speaker 1: then flung the emptied rind away, but gathered up one
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  Speaker 1: kernel stone and knew not was it night or day.
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  Speaker 1: As she turned home alone, Lizzie met her at the gate,
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  Speaker 1: full of wise upbraidings. Dear, you should not stay so late.
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  Speaker 1: Twilight is not good for maidens. Should not loiter in
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  Speaker 1: the glen in the haunts of goblin men. Do you
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  Speaker 1: not remember Genie? How she met them in the moonlight,
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  Speaker 1: took their gifts, both choice and many, ate their fruits,
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  Speaker 1: and wore their flowers, plucked from bowers where summer ripens
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  Speaker 1: at all hours, but ever in the moonlight. She pined
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  Speaker 1: and pined away, sought them by night and day, found
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  Speaker 1: them no more, but dwindled and grew gray, then fell
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  Speaker 1: with the first snow, while to this day no grass
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  Speaker 1: will grow where she lies low. I planted daisies there
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  Speaker 1: a year ago that never blow. You should not loiter, so,
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  Speaker 1: nay hush, said Laura. Nay hush, my sister, I ate
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  Speaker 1: and ate my fill, yet my mouth waters still. Tomorrow
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  Speaker 1: night I will buy more, And kissed her have done
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  Speaker 1: with sorrow. I'll bring you plums to morrow, fresh on
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  Speaker 1: their mother twigs, cherries worth getting. You cannot think what
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  Speaker 1: figs my teeth of metton, What melons icy cold, piled
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  Speaker 1: on a dish of gold too huge for me to hold?
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  Speaker 1: What peaches with a velvet nap, pellucid grapes without one seed? Odorous? Indeed,
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  Speaker 1: must be the mead whereon they grow and pure the
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  Speaker 1: wave They drink with lilies at the brink, and sugar
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  Speaker 1: sweet their sap, golden head by golden head, Like two
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  Speaker 1: pigeons in one nest, folded in each other's wings. They
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  Speaker 1: lay down in their curtained bed, like two blossoms on
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  Speaker 1: one stem, like two flakes of new fallen snow, like
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  Speaker 1: two wands of ivory tipped with gold. For awful kings,
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  Speaker 1: moon and stars gazed in at them. Wind sang to
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  Speaker 1: them lullaby, lumbering owls forbore to fly, not a bat,
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  Speaker 1: flapped to and fro round their rest, cheek to cheek
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  Speaker 1: and breast to breast, locked together in one nest. Early
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  Speaker 1: in the morning, when the first cock crowed his warning,
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  Speaker 1: neat like bees as sweet and busy, Laura rose with
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  Speaker 1: Lizzie fetched in honey, milked the cows, aired and set
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  Speaker 1: to rights. The house kneaded cakes of whitest wheat cakes
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  Speaker 1: for dainty mouths to eat. Next, churned butter, whipped up cream,
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  Speaker 1: fed their poultry, sat and sewed, talked as modest maidens should.
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  Speaker 1: Lizzy with an open heart, Laura in an absent dream,
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  Speaker 1: one content one sick in part one, warbling for the mere, bright,
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  Speaker 1: dazed day light, one longing for the night. At length,
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  Speaker 1: slow evening came. They went with pitchers to the reedy brook,
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  Speaker 1: Lizzie most placid in her look, Laura most like a
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  Speaker 1: leaping flame. They drew the gurgling water from its deep.
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  Speaker 1: Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags, then, turning homeward,
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  Speaker 1: said the sunset flushes those furthest loftiest crags. Come Laura,
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  Speaker 1: not another maiden lags, no wilful squirrel wags. The beasts
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  Speaker 1: and birds are fast asleep. But Laura loitered still among
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  Speaker 1: the rushes, and said the bank was steep, and said
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  Speaker 1: the hour was early, still, the dew not fallen, the
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  Speaker 1: wind not chill. Listening ever, but not catching the customary cry,
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  Speaker 1: come by, come by with its iterated jingle of sugar
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  Speaker 1: baited words. Not for all her watching, once discerning even
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  Speaker 1: one goblin racing, whisky, tumbling, hobbling, Let alone the herds
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  Speaker 1: that used to tramp along the glen in groups or
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  Speaker 1: single of brisk fruit merchant men till Lizzie urged, Oh, Laura, come,
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  Speaker 1: I hear the fruit call, but I dare not look.
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  Speaker 1: You should not loiter longer at this brook. Come with
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  Speaker 1: me home. The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
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  Speaker 1: each glowworm winks her spark. Let us get home before
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  Speaker 1: the night grows dark, for clouds may gather, though this
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  Speaker 1: is summer weather. Put out the lights and drench us through.
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  Speaker 1: Then if we lost our way, what should we do?
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  Speaker 1: Laura turned as cold as stone to find her sister
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  Speaker 1: heard that cry alone, that goblin cry, come by our
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  Speaker 1: fruits come by. Must she then buy no more such
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  Speaker 1: dainty fruit? Must she no more such suck us pasture?
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  Speaker 1: Find gone deaf and blind? Her tree of life drooped
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  Speaker 1: from the root. She said, not one word in her
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  Speaker 1: heart's sore ache, But peering through the dimness, not discerning,
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  Speaker 1: trudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way, so crept
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  Speaker 1: to bed and lay silent till Lizzie slept, then sat
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  Speaker 1: up in a passionate yearning and gnashed her teeth for
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  Speaker 1: balked desire, and wept as if her heart would break.
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  Speaker 1: Day after day, night after night, Lora kept watch in vain,
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  Speaker 1: in sullen silence of exceeding pain. She never caught again
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  Speaker 1: the goblin cry, come by, come by. She never spied
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  Speaker 1: the goblin men hawking their fruits along the glen. But
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  Speaker 1: when the moon waxed bright, her hair grew thin and gray.
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  Speaker 1: She dwindled as the fair full moon doth turn to
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  Speaker 1: swift decay and burn her fire away. One day, remembering
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  Speaker 1: her Colonel Stone, she set it by a wall that
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  Speaker 1: faced the south, dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
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  Speaker 1: watched for a waxing shoot, but there came none. It
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  Speaker 1: never saw the sun, It never felt the trickling moisture run,
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  Speaker 1: while with sunk eyes and faded mouths, she dreamed of melons,
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  Speaker 1: as a traveler sees false waves in desert drought with
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  Speaker 1: shade of leaf crowned trees and burns the thirstier and
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  Speaker 1: the sandful breeze. She no more swept the house, tended
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  Speaker 1: the fowls or cows, fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
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  Speaker 1: brought water from the brook, but sat down listless in
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  Speaker 1: the chimney nook and would not eat. Tender Lizzie could
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  Speaker 1: not bear to watch her sister's cankerous care, yet not
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  Speaker 1: to share. She night and morning caught the goblin's cry,
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  Speaker 1: come by our orchard, fruits, come by, come by beside
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  Speaker 1: the brook. Along the glen, she heard the tramp of
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  Speaker 1: goblin men, the voice and stir where poor Laura could
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  Speaker 1: not hear. Longed to buy fruit to comfort her, but
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  Speaker 1: feared to pay too dear. She thought of Genie in
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  Speaker 1: her grave, who should have been a bride, but who
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  Speaker 1: for Joy's brides hoped to have fell sick and died
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  Speaker 1: in her gay prime in earliest winter time, with the
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  Speaker 1: first glaring rhyme, with the first snowfall of crisp winter time,
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  Speaker 1: till Laura dwindling seemed knocking at death's door. Then Lizzie
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  Speaker 1: weighed no more better and worse, but put a silver
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  Speaker 1: penny in her purse. Kissed, Laura crossed the heath with
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  Speaker 1: clumps of furs at twilight, halted by the brook, and
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  Speaker 1: for the first time in her life began to listen
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  Speaker 1: and look laughed. Every goblin when they spied her, peeping
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  Speaker 1: came towards her, hobbling, flying, running, leaping, puffing and blowing, chuckling, clapping, crowing,
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  Speaker 1: clucking and gobbling, mopping and mowing, full of airs and graces, pulling,
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  Speaker 1: wry faces, demure, grimaces, catlike and ratlike, rattle and wombat
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  Speaker 1: like snail, paced in a hurry, parrot voiced and whistler,
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  Speaker 1: helter skelter, hurry, scurry, chattering like magpies, fluttering like pigeons,
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  Speaker 1: gliding like fishes. Hugged her and kissed her, squeezed and
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  Speaker 1: caressed her, stretched up their dishes, panniers and plates. Look
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  Speaker 1: at our apples russet and done. Bob at our cherries,
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  Speaker 1: Bite at our peaches, citrons and dates, grapes for the asking,
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  Speaker 1: pears red with basking out in the sun, Plums on
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  Speaker 1: their twigs, Pluck them and suck them, pomegranates, figs. Good folk,
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  Speaker 1: said Lizzie, mindful of Genie, give me much, and many
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  Speaker 1: held out her apron tossed them her penny. Nay, take
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  Speaker 1: a seat with us, honor, and eat with us, they answered, grinning,
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  Speaker 1: our feast is yet beginning night, Yet is early, warm
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  Speaker 1: and dew pearly, wakeful and starry. Such fruits as these
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  Speaker 1: no man can carry. Half their bloom would fly, half
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  Speaker 1: their dew would dry, half their flavor would pass by.
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  Speaker 1: Sit down and feast with us, Be welcome, guest with us,
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  Speaker 1: Cheer you, and rest with us. Thank you, said Lizzie.
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  Speaker 1: But one waits at home alone for me, So, without
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  Speaker 1: further parleying, if you will not sell me any of
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  Speaker 1: your fruits, though much and many, give me back my
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  Speaker 1: silver penny I tossed you for a fee. They began
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  Speaker 1: to scratch their pates, no longer wagging, purring, but visibly demurring, grunting,
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  Speaker 1: and snarling. One called her proud cross, grain and uncivil.
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  Speaker 1: Their tones waxed loud, their looks were evil. Lashing their tails,
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  Speaker 1: they trod and hustled her, elbowed and jostled her, clawed
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  Speaker 1: with their nails, barking, mewing, hissing, mocking, tore her gown
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  Speaker 1: and soiled her stocking, twitched her hair out by the roots,
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  Speaker 1: stamped upon her tender feet, held her hands, and squeezed
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  Speaker 1: their fruits against her mouth to make her eat white
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  Speaker 1: and golden. Lizzie stood like a lily in a flood,
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  Speaker 1: like a rock of blue veined stone, lashed by tides, obstreperously,
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  Speaker 1: like a beacon left alone in a hoary, roaring sea,
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  Speaker 1: sending up a golden fire, like a fruit crowned orange tree,
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  Speaker 1: white with blossoms, honey, sweet soar, beset by wasp and bee,
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  Speaker 1: like a royal virgin town, topped with gilded dome and spire, close,
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  Speaker 1: beleaguered by a fleet mad to tug her stone down.
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  Speaker 1: One may lead a horse to water, twenty cannot make
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  Speaker 1: him drink. Though the goblins cuffed and caught her, coaxed
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  Speaker 1: and fought her, bullied and besought her, scratched her, pinched
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  Speaker 1: her black as ink, kicked and knocked her, mauled and
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  Speaker 1: mocked her. Lizzie uttered not a word, would not open
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  Speaker 1: lip from lip, lest they should cram a mouthful inn,
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  Speaker 1: but laughed in heart to feel the drip of juice
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  Speaker 1: that syruped all her face and lodged in dimples of
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  Speaker 1: her chin, and streaked her neck, which quaked like curd.
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  Speaker 1: At last, the evil people, worn out by her resistance,
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  Speaker 1: flung back her penny, kicked their fruit along whichever road
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  Speaker 1: they took, not leaving root or stone or shoot. Some
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  Speaker 1: writhed into the ground, some dived into the brook with
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  Speaker 1: ring and ripple. Some scudded on the gale without a sound.
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  Speaker 1: Some vanished in the distance in a smart ache tingle.
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  Speaker 1: Lizzie went her way. She knew not was it night
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  Speaker 1: or day, sprang up the bank, tore through the furs,
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  Speaker 1: threaded copse and dingle, and heard her penny jingle bouncing
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  Speaker 1: in her purse. Its bounce was music to her ear.
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  Speaker 1: She ran and ran, as if she feared some goblin
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  Speaker 1: man dogged her with gibe or curse or something worse.
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  Speaker 1: But not one goblin scurried after, nor was she pricked
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  Speaker 1: by fear. The kind heart made her windy paste that
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  Speaker 1: urged her home, quite out of breath. With haste and
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  Speaker 1: inward laughter, she cried, Laura, up the garden, did you
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  Speaker 1: miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises,
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  Speaker 1: Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices squeezed from goblin
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  Speaker 1: fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin do eat me,
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  Speaker 1: drink me, love me, Laura, make much of me for
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  Speaker 1: your your sake. I have braved the glen and had
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  Speaker 1: to do with goblin merchantmen. Laura started from her chair,
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  Speaker 1: flung her arms up in the air, clutched her hair. Lizzy, Lizzie,
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  Speaker 1: have you tasted for my sake the fruit forbidden? Must
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  Speaker 1: your light like mine be hidden? Your young life like
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  Speaker 1: mine be wasted, undone in mine, undoing and ruined in
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  Speaker 1: my ruin? Thirsty, cankered, goblin ridden, she clung about her sister,
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  Speaker 1: kissed and kissed and kissed her tears once again refreshed
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  Speaker 1: her shrunken eyes, dropping like rain after long sultry drought.
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  Speaker 1: Shaking with anguish, fear and pain, she kissed and kissed
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  Speaker 1: her with a hungry mouth. Her lips began to scorch.
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  Speaker 1: That juice was wormwood to her tongue. She loathed the feast,
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  Speaker 1: writhing as one possessed. She leaped and sung, rent all
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  Speaker 1: her robe and wrung her hands in lamentable haste, and
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  Speaker 1: beat her breast. Her locks streamed like the torch borne
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  Speaker 1: by a racer at full speed, or like the mane
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  Speaker 1: of horses in their flight, or like an eagle when
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  Speaker 1: she stems the light straight toward the sun, or like
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  Speaker 1: a caged thing freed, or like a flying flag when
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  Speaker 1: armies run swift, fire spread through her veins, knocked at
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  Speaker 1: her heart, met the fire smoldering there, and overbore its
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  Speaker 1: lesser flame. She gorged on bitterness without a naim ah.
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  Speaker 1: Fool to choose such part of soul consuming care sense
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  Speaker 1: failed in the mortal strife, like the watch tower of
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  Speaker 1: a town which an earthquake shatters down like a lightning
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  Speaker 1: stricken mast, like a wind uprooted tree spun about, like
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  Speaker 1: a foam topped water spout cast down headlong in the sea.
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  Speaker 1: She fell at last, Pleasure passed and anguish passed. Is
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  Speaker 1: it death? Or is it life? Life out of death?
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  Speaker 1: That night long Lizzy watched by her, counting her pulses flagging,
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  Speaker 1: stir felt for her breath, held water to her lips,
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  Speaker 1: and cooled her face with tears and fanning leaves. But
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  Speaker 1: when the first birds chirped about their eaves, and early
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  Speaker 1: reapers plodded to the place of golden sheaves and dew
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  Speaker 1: wet grass bowed in the morning, wind so brisk to pass,
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  Speaker 1: and new buds with new day opened of cup like
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  Speaker 1: lilies on the stream, Laura awoke as from a dream,
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  Speaker 1: laughed in the innocent old way hugged Lizzie, but not
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  Speaker 1: twice or thrice. Her gleaming locks showed not one thread
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  Speaker 1: of gray. Her breath was sweet as may, and light
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  Speaker 1: danced in her eyes days, weeks, months, years afterwards, when
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  Speaker 1: both were wives, with children of their own, their mother
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  Speaker 1: hearts beset with feets, their lives bound up in tender lives,
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  Speaker 1: Laura would call the little ones and tell them of
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  Speaker 1: her early prime, those pleasant days long gone, of not
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  Speaker 1: returning time. Would talk about the haunted glen, the wicked,
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  Speaker 1: quaint fruit merchant men, their fruits like honey to the throat,
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  Speaker 1: but poison in the blood men sell not such in
• 22:24
  Speaker 1: any town. Would tell them how her sister stood in
• 22:28
  Speaker 1: deadly peril to do her good and win the fiery antidote. Then,
• 22:33
  Speaker 1: joining hands to little hands, would bid them cling together,
• 22:38
  Speaker 1: for there is no friend like a sister in calm
• 22:42
  Speaker 1: or stormy weather. To cheer one on the tedious way,
• 22:46
  Speaker 1: to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one,
• 22:50
  Speaker 1: if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. End
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  Speaker 1: of Section one, Section two of Goblin Market and Other
• 23:06
  Speaker 1: Poems by Christina Rossetti. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. In the round Tower at Johnsy June eighth,
• 23:17
  Speaker 1: eighteen fifty seven, A hundred a thousand to one. Even so,
• 23:25
  Speaker 1: not a hope in the world remained. The swarming, howling
• 23:30
  Speaker 1: wretches below gained and gained and gained. Skeene looked at
• 23:36
  Speaker 1: his pale young wife. Is the time come? The time
• 23:41
  Speaker 1: is come, young, strong, and so full of life. The
• 23:46
  Speaker 1: agony struck them dumb. Close his arm about her, Now
• 23:51
  Speaker 1: close her cheek to his, close the pistol to her brow.
• 23:56
  Speaker 1: God forgive them. This will it much no mine own.
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  Speaker 1: I wish I could bear the pang for both. I
• 24:06
  Speaker 1: wish I could bear the pang alone. Courage dear, I
• 24:10
  Speaker 1: am not loath. Kiss and kiss. It is not pain.
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  Speaker 1: Thus to kiss and die. One kiss more, and yet
• 24:22
  Speaker 1: one again, good bye, good bye. End of section two
• 24:35
  Speaker 1: Section three of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Dreamland, where
• 24:49
  Speaker 1: sunless rivers weep their waves into the deep. She sleeps
• 24:53
  Speaker 1: a charmed sleep, awake her not led by a single star.
• 25:00
  Speaker 1: She came from very far to seek where shadows are
• 25:03
  Speaker 1: her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn. She left
• 25:08
  Speaker 1: the fields of corn for twilight, cold and lorn, and
• 25:13
  Speaker 1: water springs through sleep As through a veil. She sees
• 25:19
  Speaker 1: the sky look pale, and hears the nightingale that sadly sings.
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  Speaker 1: Rest Rest, a perfect rest shed over brow and breast.
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: Her face is toward the west, the purple land. She
• 25:37
  Speaker 1: cannot see the grain ripening on hill and plain. She
• 25:42
  Speaker 1: cannot feel the rain upon her hand. Rest Rest for
• 25:48
  Speaker 1: evermore upon a mossy shore. Rest Rest at the heart's core,
• 25:56
  Speaker 1: till time shall cease. Sleep, that no pain shall wake night,
• 26:02
  Speaker 1: that no morn shall break, till joy shall overtake her
• 26:08
  Speaker 1: perfect peace. End of section three, Section four of Goblin
• 26:20
  Speaker 1: Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. At home, when I was dead,
• 26:33
  Speaker 1: my spirit turned to seek the much frequented house. I
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: passed the door and saw my friends feasting beneath green
• 26:41
  Speaker 1: orange boughs. From hand to hand, they pushed the wine,
• 26:46
  Speaker 1: they sucked the pulp of plum and peach. They sang,
• 26:51
  Speaker 1: they jested, and they laughed, for each was loved of each.
• 26:56
  Speaker 1: I listened to their honest chat. To morrow we shall
• 27:02
  Speaker 1: be plowed, plowd along the featureless sands, and coasting miles
• 27:07
  Speaker 1: and miles of sea, said one, before the turn of tide,
• 27:13
  Speaker 1: we will achieve the iriy seat, said one. Tomorrow shall
• 27:18
  Speaker 1: be like to day, but much more sweet to morrow,
• 27:24
  Speaker 1: said they strong with hope, and dwelt upon the pleasant way.
• 27:28
  Speaker 1: To morrow, cried they one and all, while no one
• 27:32
  Speaker 1: spoke of yesterday. Their life stood full at blessed noon.
• 27:37
  Speaker 1: I only I had passed away to morrow and to day,
• 27:43
  Speaker 1: they cried, I was of yesterday. I shivered comfortless, but
• 27:50
  Speaker 1: cast no chill across the tablecloth. I all forgotten, shivered,
• 27:57
  Speaker 1: sad to stay, and yet to part, how loath I
• 28:02
  Speaker 1: passed from the familiar room, I who from love had
• 28:06
  Speaker 1: passed away, like the remembrance of a guest that tarrieth
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  Speaker 1: but a day. End of section four, Section five of
• 28:22
  Speaker 1: Goblin Market and other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. From sunset to starrise,
• 28:35
  Speaker 1: go from me summer friends and tarry not I am
• 28:39
  Speaker 1: no summer friend, but wintry cold. A silly sheep benighted
• 28:45
  Speaker 1: from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn choked garden plot.
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: Take counsel sever from my lot, your lot. Dwell in
• 28:55
  Speaker 1: your pleasant places, hoard your gold, Lest you with me
• 29:00
  Speaker 1: should shiver on the wold, athirst and hungering on a
• 29:04
  Speaker 1: barren spot. For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge.
• 29:10
  Speaker 1: I live alone, I look to die alone. Yet sometimes
• 29:15
  Speaker 1: when a wind sighs through the sedge, ghosts of my
• 29:19
  Speaker 1: buried years and friends come back. My heart goes sighing
• 29:24
  Speaker 1: after swallows flown on sometimes summer's unreturning track. End of
• 29:32
  Speaker 1: section five, Section six of Goblin Market and Other Poems
• 29:42
  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 29:49
  Speaker 1: Love from the North I had a love in soft Southland,
• 29:56
  Speaker 1: beloved through April, far in May. He waited on my
• 30:00
  Speaker 1: lightest breath and never dared to say me nay. He
• 30:05
  Speaker 1: saddened if my cheer was sad, but gay he grew
• 30:09
  Speaker 1: if I was gay. We never differed on a hair,
• 30:13
  Speaker 1: my yes, his yes, my nay, his nay. The wedding
• 30:18
  Speaker 1: hour was come, The isles were flushed with sun and flowers.
• 30:23
  Speaker 1: That day, I pacing balanced in my thoughts. It's quite
• 30:28
  Speaker 1: too late to think of nay, my bridegroom answered in
• 30:33
  Speaker 1: his turn. Myself had almost answered yea, when through the
• 30:38
  Speaker 1: flashing knave I heard a struggle and resounding nay. Bridemaids
• 30:46
  Speaker 1: and bridegroom shrank in fear. But I stood high, who
• 30:50
  Speaker 1: stood at bay? And if I answer yea, fair sir,
• 30:54
  Speaker 1: what man art thou to bar with? Nay? He was
• 30:59
  Speaker 1: a strong man from the north light, locked with eyes
• 31:02
  Speaker 1: of dangerous gray. Put YEA by for another time, in
• 31:07
  Speaker 1: which I will not say thee nay. He took me
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  Speaker 1: in his strong white arms. He bore me on his
• 31:14
  Speaker 1: horse away or crag morass and hair breadth pass, but
• 31:19
  Speaker 1: never asked me yea or nay. He made me fast
• 31:24
  Speaker 1: with book and bell, with links of love. He makes
• 31:27
  Speaker 1: me stay till now I've neither heart nor power, nor
• 31:32
  Speaker 1: will nor wish to say him nay. End of section
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  Speaker 1: six Section seven of Goblin Market and Other Poems by
• 31:49
  Speaker 1: Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Winter rain every valley, drinks every dell and hollow, where
• 32:03
  Speaker 1: the kind rain sinks and sinks. Green of spring will follow,
• 32:09
  Speaker 1: yet a lapse of weeks, buds will burst their edges,
• 32:13
  Speaker 1: strip their wool coats, glue coats, streaks in the woods
• 32:18
  Speaker 1: and hedges. Weave a bower of love for birds to
• 32:22
  Speaker 1: meet each other. Weave a canopy above nest and egg
• 32:27
  Speaker 1: and mother. But for fattening rain, we should have no flowers,
• 32:32
  Speaker 1: never a bud or leaf again but for soaking showers.
• 32:37
  Speaker 1: Never a matd bird in the rocking tree tops, Never
• 32:41
  Speaker 1: indeed a flock or herd to graze upon the lee
• 32:44
  Speaker 1: crops lambs so wooly white sheep the sun bright LEAs
• 32:50
  Speaker 1: on they could have no grass to bite, but for
• 32:54
  Speaker 1: rain in season, we should find no moss in the
• 32:58
  Speaker 1: shadiest places, find no waving meadow grass pied with broad
• 33:03
  Speaker 1: eyed daisies, but miles of barren sand, with never a
• 33:08
  Speaker 1: sun or daughter. Not a lily on the land or
• 33:13
  Speaker 1: lily on the water. End of section seven, Section eight
• 33:24
  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and other poems by Christina Rossetti. This
• 33:29
  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A dirge, why
• 33:37
  Speaker 1: were you born when the snow was falling? You should
• 33:40
  Speaker 1: have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: green in the cluster, or at least when lithe swallows
• 33:49
  Speaker 1: muster for they are far off, flying from summer dying.
• 33:54
  Speaker 1: Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You
• 33:58
  Speaker 1: should have died at the apples drop, when the grasshopper
• 34:01
  Speaker 1: comes to trouble, and the wheat fields are sodden stubble,
• 34:06
  Speaker 1: and all winds go sighing for sweet things dying. End
• 34:14
  Speaker 1: of section eight Section nine of Goblin Market and Other
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: Poems by Christina Risetti. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Confluence. As rivers seek the sea much more
• 34:37
  Speaker 1: deep than they, so my soul seeks thee far away.
• 34:44
  Speaker 1: As running rivers moan on their course alone, so I
• 34:49
  Speaker 1: moan left alone. As the delicate rose to the sun's
• 34:54
  Speaker 1: sweet strength doth herself unclose, breadth and length, So spreads
• 35:01
  Speaker 1: my heart to thee, unveiled utterly, I to thee utterly.
• 35:10
  Speaker 1: As morning dew exhales sunwards, pure and free. So my
• 35:15
  Speaker 1: spirit fails after thee. As dew leaves not a trace
• 35:21
  Speaker 1: on the green Earth's face, I no trace on thy face.
• 35:29
  Speaker 1: Its goal. The river knows, dewdrops find a way, Sunlight
• 35:34
  Speaker 1: cheers the rose in her day. Shall I lone sorrow
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: past find thee At the last sorrow past thee at
• 35:48
  Speaker 1: last end of section nine Section ten of Goblin Market
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Noble sisters, Now, did you mark
• 36:11
  Speaker 1: a falcon sister, dear, sister, dear, flying toward my window
• 36:16
  Speaker 1: in the morning, cool and clear, with jingling bells about
• 36:20
  Speaker 1: her neck? But what beneath her wing? It may have
• 36:24
  Speaker 1: been a ribbon, or it may have been a ring.
• 36:28
  Speaker 1: I marked a falcon swooping at the break of day,
• 36:31
  Speaker 1: and for your love, my sister dove, I frayed the
• 36:35
  Speaker 1: thief away. Or did you spy a ruddy hound, sister,
• 36:40
  Speaker 1: fair and tall, went snuffing round my garden, bound, or
• 36:44
  Speaker 1: crouched by my bower wall, with a silken leash about
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: his neck, But in his mouth may be a chain
• 36:51
  Speaker 1: of gold and silver lynx, or a letter writ to
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: me I heard a hound high born sister stood baying
• 36:59
  Speaker 1: at the I rose and drove him from your wall,
• 37:03
  Speaker 1: lest you should wake too soon. Or did you meet
• 37:08
  Speaker 1: a pretty page sat swinging on the gate, sat whistling,
• 37:11
  Speaker 1: whistling like a bird, Or maybe slept too late, with
• 37:15
  Speaker 1: eaglets broidered on his cap and eaglets on his glove.
• 37:19
  Speaker 1: If you had turned his pockets out, you had found
• 37:22
  Speaker 1: some pledge of love. I met him at this daybreak,
• 37:26
  Speaker 1: scarce the east was red, lest the creaking gate should
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: anger you. I packed him home to bed. Oh, patient, sister,
• 37:36
  Speaker 1: did you see a young man, tall and strong, swift footed,
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: to uphold the right and to uproot the wrong, come
• 37:42
  Speaker 1: home across the desolate sea to woo me for his wife?
• 37:46
  Speaker 1: And in his heart my heart is locked, and in
• 37:49
  Speaker 1: his life my life. I met a nameless man, sister,
• 37:54
  Speaker 1: who loitered round our door. I said, her husband loves
• 37:59
  Speaker 1: her much, and yet she loves him more. Fie, sister, Fi,
• 38:04
  Speaker 1: a wicked lie, A lie, a wicked lie. I have
• 38:08
  Speaker 1: none other love but him, nor will have till I die.
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: And you have turned him from our door and stabbed
• 38:15
  Speaker 1: him with a lie. I will go seek him through
• 38:17
  Speaker 1: the world in sorrow till I die. Go seek in sorrow, sister,
• 38:24
  Speaker 1: and find in sorrow too. If thus you shame our
• 38:27
  Speaker 1: father's name, my curse, go forth with you. End of
• 38:34
  Speaker 1: section ten, section eleven of Goblin Market and Other Poems
• 38:44
  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 38:51
  Speaker 1: Spring frost locked all the winter, seeds and roots and
• 38:57
  Speaker 1: stones of fruits. What sha shall make their sap ascend,
• 39:01
  Speaker 1: that they may put forth shoots, tips of tender green
• 39:06
  Speaker 1: leaf or blade or sheath, telling of the hidden life
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: that breaks forth underneath, life nursed in its grave by
• 39:15
  Speaker 1: death blows the thaw. Wind pleasantly drips the soaking rain.
• 39:22
  Speaker 1: By fits looks down the waking sun. Young grass springs
• 39:27
  Speaker 1: on the plain. Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees, Seeds
• 39:32
  Speaker 1: and roots and stones of fruits, swollen with sap, put
• 39:37
  Speaker 1: forth their shoots. Curled headed ferns sprout in the lane.
• 39:42
  Speaker 1: Birds sing and pear again. There is no time like spring,
• 39:48
  Speaker 1: when life's alive in everything. Before new nestlings sing, before
• 39:53
  Speaker 1: cleft swallows speed their journey back along the trackless track.
• 39:59
  Speaker 1: God God guides their wing. He spreads their table that
• 40:03
  Speaker 1: they nothing lack. Before the daisy grows a common flower,
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: before the sun has power to scorch the world up
• 40:11
  Speaker 1: in his noontide hour. There is no time like spring,
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: like spring that passes by. There is no life like spring.
• 40:20
  Speaker 1: Life born to die, piercing the sod clothing the uncouth
• 40:25
  Speaker 1: clod hatched in the nest, fledged on the windy bough,
• 40:30
  Speaker 1: strong on the wing. There is no time like spring
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: that passes by, now newly born and now hastening to die.
• 40:42
  Speaker 1: End of section eleven, Section twelve of Goblin Market and
• 40:51
  Speaker 1: Other Poems by Christina Rossetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Lambs of Grass eighteen sixty The
• 41:04
  Speaker 1: upland flocks grew starved and thinned. Their shepherds scarce could
• 41:08
  Speaker 1: feed the lambs whose milkless mothers butted them, or who
• 41:12
  Speaker 1: were orphaned of their dams. The lambs, athirst for mother's milk,
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: filled all the place with piteous sounds. Their mother's bones
• 41:21
  Speaker 1: made white for miles the pastureless, wet pasture grounds, day
• 41:27
  Speaker 1: after day, night after night, from lamb to lamb. The
• 41:31
  Speaker 1: shepherds went with teapots for the bleating mouths instead of
• 41:35
  Speaker 1: nature's nourishment. The little shivering, gaping things soon knew the
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: step that brought them aid, and fondled the protecting hand
• 41:45
  Speaker 1: and rubbed it with a wooly head. Then, as the
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: days waxed on to weeks, it was a pretty sight
• 41:51
  Speaker 1: to see these lambs with frisky heads and tails, skipping
• 41:55
  Speaker 1: and leaping on the lee, bleating in tender, trustful tones,
• 42:00
  Speaker 1: resting on rocky crag or mound, and following the beloved
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: feet that once had sought for them and found these
• 42:09
  Speaker 1: very shepherds of their flocks, These loving lambs, so meek
• 42:12
  Speaker 1: to please, are worthy of recording words and honor in
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: their due degrees. So I might live a hundred years
• 42:21
  Speaker 1: and roam from strand to foreign strand, yet not forget
• 42:25
  Speaker 1: this flooded spring and scarce saved lambs of Westmorland, and
• 42:32
  Speaker 1: of Section twelve, Section thirteen of Goblin Market and other
• 42:42
  Speaker 1: poems by Christina Rossetti. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. A birthday. My heart is like a singing
• 42:54
  Speaker 1: bird whose nest is in a watered shoot. My heart
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: is like an apple tree whose are bent with thickset fruit.
• 43:02
  Speaker 1: My heart is like a rainbow shell that paddles in
• 43:06
  Speaker 1: a halcyon sea. My heart is gladder than all these,
• 43:11
  Speaker 1: because my love is come to me. Raise me a
• 43:15
  Speaker 1: dais of silk and down, hang it with verre and
• 43:18
  Speaker 1: purple dyes, Carve it in doves and pomegranates and peacocks
• 43:23
  Speaker 1: with a hundred eyes, work it in gold and silver
• 43:27
  Speaker 1: grapes in leaves and silver fleur de lis. Because the
• 43:31
  Speaker 1: birthday of my life is come, my love is come
• 43:36
  Speaker 1: to me. End of section thirteen, Section fourteen of Goblin
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: Market and Other Poems by Christina Rossetti. This LibriVox recording
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Remember a sonnet. Remember me
• 43:59
  Speaker 1: when I gone away, gone far away into the silent land,
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: when you can no more hold me by the hand,
• 44:07
  Speaker 1: nor I half turn to go, yet turnings stay. Remember
• 44:13
  Speaker 1: me when no more day by day you tell me
• 44:17
  Speaker 1: of our future that you planned. Only remember me. You
• 44:22
  Speaker 1: understand it will be late to counsel then or pray.
• 44:26
  Speaker 1: Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards,
• 44:30
  Speaker 1: remember do not grieve. For if the darkness and corruption
• 44:35
  Speaker 1: leave a vestige of the thought that once I had
• 44:39
  Speaker 1: better by far, you should forget and smile. Than that
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: you should remember and be sad. And of section fourteen,
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: section fifteen of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. After death
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: a sonnet. The curtains were half drawn, the floor was
• 45:11
  Speaker 1: swept and strewn with rushes. Rosemary and may lay thick
• 45:16
  Speaker 1: upon the bed, on which I lay, where through the
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: lattice ivy shadows crept. He leaned above me, thinking that
• 45:25
  Speaker 1: I slept and could not hear him. But I heard
• 45:29
  Speaker 1: him say, poor child, poor child. And as he turned
• 45:35
  Speaker 1: away came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
• 45:40
  Speaker 1: He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: that hid my face, or take my hand in his,
• 45:48
  Speaker 1: or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head. He did
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: not love me living, but once dead he pitied me.
• 45:57
  Speaker 1: And very sweet it is to know he still is warm,
• 46:02
  Speaker 1: though I am cold. End of Section fifteen Section sixteen
• 46:13
  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. An end love
• 46:27
  Speaker 1: strong as death is dead. Come let us make his
• 46:31
  Speaker 1: bed among the dying flowers, a green turf at his head,
• 46:36
  Speaker 1: and a stone at his feet, whereon we may sit
• 46:40
  Speaker 1: in the quiet evening hours. He was born in the
• 46:44
  Speaker 1: spring and died before the harvesting. On the last warm
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: summer day he left us. He would not stay for
• 46:53
  Speaker 1: autumn twilight, cold and gray. Sit we by his grave
• 46:59
  Speaker 1: and sing he is gone away to few chords, and
• 47:05
  Speaker 1: sad and low, sing we sow be our eyes fixed
• 47:10
  Speaker 1: on the grass, shadow veiled as the years pass, while
• 47:15
  Speaker 1: we think of all that was in the long ago.
• 47:20
  Speaker 1: End of Section sixteen, Section seventeen of Goblin Market and
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. My dream here now, a curious dream
• 47:42
  Speaker 1: I dreamed last night, each word whereof is weighed and
• 47:46
  Speaker 1: sifted truth. I stood beside Euphrates while it swelled like
• 47:52
  Speaker 1: overflowing Jordan in its youth. It waxed and colored sensibly
• 47:57
  Speaker 1: to sight, till out of me periad pregnant waves. There
• 48:01
  Speaker 1: welled young crocodiles, a gaunt, blunt featured crew, fresh hatched
• 48:08
  Speaker 1: perhaps and daubed with birthday dew. The rest, if I
• 48:13
  Speaker 1: should tell, I fear my friend, my closest friend, would
• 48:18
  Speaker 1: deem the facts untrue, and therefore it were wisely left untold.
• 48:24
  Speaker 1: Yet if he will, why hear it to the end.
• 48:29
  Speaker 1: Each crocodile was girt with massive gold and polished stones that,
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: with their wearers grew. But one there was, who waxed
• 48:39
  Speaker 1: beyond the rest, wore kinglier girdle and a kingly crown,
• 48:44
  Speaker 1: whilst crowns and orbs and scepters starred, his breast all gleamed,
• 48:50
  Speaker 1: compact and green, with scale on scale, but special burnishment
• 48:55
  Speaker 1: adorned his male, and special terror weighed upon his frown.
• 49:00
  Speaker 1: His punier brethren quaked before his tail, broad as a rafter,
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: potent as a flail. So he grew lord and master
• 49:10
  Speaker 1: of his kin. But who shall tell the tale of
• 49:13
  Speaker 1: all their woes? An execrable appetite arose. He battened on them,
• 49:20
  Speaker 1: crunched and sucked them in. He knew no law, he
• 49:25
  Speaker 1: feared no binding law, but ground them with inexorable jaw.
• 49:30
  Speaker 1: The luscious fat distilled upon his chin, exuded from his
• 49:35
  Speaker 1: nostrils and his eyes. While still like hungry death, he
• 49:39
  Speaker 1: fed his maw till every minor crocodile being dead, and
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  Speaker 1: buried too, himself gorged to the full, he slept with
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  Speaker 1: breath oppressed and unstrung claw O marvel passing strange, which
• 49:57
  Speaker 1: next I saw in sleep he dwindled to the common size,
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  Speaker 1: and all the empire faded from his coat. Then from
• 50:06
  Speaker 1: far off a winged vessel came, swift as a swallow,
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  Speaker 1: subtle as a flame. I know not what it bore,
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  Speaker 1: A freight or host, but white it was as an
• 50:18
  Speaker 1: avenging ghost, it leveled strong euphrates in its course, supreme
• 50:25
  Speaker 1: yet weightless. As an idle mote, it seemed to tame
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  Speaker 1: the waters without force, till not a murmur swelled or
• 50:32
  Speaker 1: billow beat lo. As the purple shadow swept the sands,
• 50:37
  Speaker 1: the prudent crocodile rose on his feet and shed appropriate
• 50:42
  Speaker 1: tears and wrung his hands. What can it mean, you ask?
• 50:49
  Speaker 1: I answer not for meaning, but myself must echo what
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  Speaker 1: and tell it as I saw it on the spot.
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  Speaker 1: End of section seventeen, Section eighteen of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: and Laurel for the perfect prime. But pluck an ivy
• 51:30
  Speaker 1: branch for me grown old before my time, Oh violets
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: for the grave of youth, and bay for those dead
• 51:39
  Speaker 1: in their prime. Give me the withered leaves I chose
• 51:44
  Speaker 1: before in the old time. End of section eighteen, Section
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  Speaker 1: nineteen of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Hour
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  Speaker 1: and the Ghost Bride O love love, Hold me fast.
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  Speaker 1: He draws me away from thee. I cannot stem the
• 52:20
  Speaker 1: blast nor the cold strong sea. Far away, A light
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  Speaker 1: shines beyond the hills and pines. It is lit for me, Bridegroom.
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  Speaker 1: I have thee close, my dear. No terror can come near.
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  Speaker 1: Only far off the northern light shines clear. Ghost, Come
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  Speaker 1: with me, fair and false, to our home. Come home.
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  Speaker 1: It is my voice that calls. Once, thou wast not
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  Speaker 1: afraid when I wooed and said, come. Our nest is
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  Speaker 1: newly made. Now cross the tossing foam. Bride, Hold me
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  Speaker 1: one moment longer. He taunts me with the past. His
• 53:15
  Speaker 1: clutch is waxing stronger. Hold me fast, Hold me fast.
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  Speaker 1: He draws me from thy heart, and I cannot withhold.
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  Speaker 1: He bids my spirit to part with him unto the cold,
• 53:30
  Speaker 1: O bitter vows of old. Bridegroom, Lean on me, hide
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  Speaker 1: thine eyes. Only ourselves, earth and skies are present here.
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  Speaker 1: Be wise ghost, Lean on me. Come away, I will
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  Speaker 1: guide and steady. Come for I will not stay. Come
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  Speaker 1: for house and bed are ready, Ah, sure, bed and
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  Speaker 1: house for better and worse, for life and death. Goal
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  Speaker 1: one with shortened breath come crown our vows, bride one moment,
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  Speaker 1: one more word, while my heart beats still, while my
• 54:22
  Speaker 1: breath is stirred by my fainting will, O friend, forsake me,
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  Speaker 1: not forget nought as I forgot, But keep thy heart
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  Speaker 1: for me, Keep thy faith true and bright through the
• 54:36
  Speaker 1: lone cold winter night. Perhaps I may come to thee bridegroom. Nay, peace,
• 54:45
  Speaker 1: my darling, Peace. Let these dreams and terrors cease. Who
• 54:50
  Speaker 1: spoke of death or change or aught, but ease ghost,
• 54:57
  Speaker 1: O fair frail sin, O poor harvest gathered in Thou
• 55:04
  Speaker 1: shalt visit him again, to watch his heart grow cold,
• 55:08
  Speaker 1: to know the gnawing pain I knew of old, to
• 55:13
  Speaker 1: see one much more fair, Fill up the vacant chair,
• 55:17
  Speaker 1: fill his heart, his children bear, while thou and I
• 55:22
  Speaker 1: together in the outcast weather toss and howl and spin.
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  Speaker 1: End of Section nineteen, Section twenty of Goblin Market and
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• 55:54
  Speaker 1: life through sweet rose, dew sprent, drop down thine evening,
• 55:59
  Speaker 1: dear to gather it anew when day is bright. I
• 56:04
  Speaker 1: fancy thou wast meant chiefly to give delight, sing in
• 56:09
  Speaker 1: the silent sky, glad soaring bird, sing out thy notes
• 56:15
  Speaker 1: on high to sunbeam, straying by or passing cloud heedless.
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  Speaker 1: If thou art heard sing thy full song aloud, Oh
• 56:26
  Speaker 1: that it were with me, as with the flower blooming
• 56:30
  Speaker 1: on its own tree, for butterfly and bee its summer morns.
• 56:36
  Speaker 1: That I might bloom mine hour arose in spite of thorns.
• 56:42
  Speaker 1: Oh that my work were done as birds that soar,
• 56:46
  Speaker 1: rejoicing in the sun. That when my time is run
• 56:51
  Speaker 1: and daylight too, I so might rest once more, cool
• 56:57
  Speaker 1: with refreshing dew and of Section twenty Section twenty one
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• 57:21
  Speaker 1: I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree and wore
• 57:25
  Speaker 1: them all that evening in my hair. Then in due season,
• 57:30
  Speaker 1: when I went to sea, I found no apples there,
• 57:34
  Speaker 1: with dangling basket all along the grass as I had come,
• 57:38
  Speaker 1: I went the self same track. My neighbors mocked me
• 57:42
  Speaker 1: while they saw me pass so empty handed back Lilian
• 57:47
  Speaker 1: and Lilias smiled and trudging by their heaped up basket
• 57:52
  Speaker 1: teased me like a jeer. Sweet voiced they sang beneath
• 57:56
  Speaker 1: the sunset sky. Their mother's home was near. Plump Gertrude
• 58:02
  Speaker 1: passed me with her basket full. A stronger hand than
• 58:05
  Speaker 1: hers helped it along. A voice talked with her through
• 58:09
  Speaker 1: the shadows. Cool, more sweet to me than song. Ah, Willie,
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  Speaker 1: Willie was my love less worth than apples. With their
• 58:19
  Speaker 1: green leaves piled above, I counted rosiest apples on the earth,
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: of far less worth than love. So once it was
• 58:28
  Speaker 1: with me, you stooped to talk, laughing and listening in
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: this very lane, to think that by this way we
• 58:35
  Speaker 1: used to walk, we shall not walk again. I let
• 58:40
  Speaker 1: my neighbors pass me ones and twos and groups, the
• 58:44
  Speaker 1: latest said. The night grew chill and hastened, but I
• 58:49
  Speaker 1: loitered while the dews fell fast. I loitered still. End
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  Speaker 1: of section twenty one Section twenty two of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: same branch, two lilies on a single stem, two butterflies
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  Speaker 1: upon one flower, O happy they who look on them,
• 59:28
  Speaker 1: who look upon them hand in hand, flushed in the
• 59:31
  Speaker 1: rosy summer light, who look upon them hand in hand,
• 59:36
  Speaker 1: and never give a thought to night. End of section
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  Speaker 1: twenty two Section twenty three of Goblin Market and Other
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Maude Claire out of the church. She followed
• 1:00:03
  Speaker 1: them with a lofty step and mien. His bride was
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 1: like a village made. Maude Clare was like a queen.
• 1:00:11
  Speaker 1: Son Thomas, his lady mother said, with smiles, almost with tears,
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 1: May Knell and you, but live as true as we
• 1:00:20
  Speaker 1: have done for years. Your father, thirty years ago, had
• 1:00:24
  Speaker 1: just your tale to tell. But he was not so
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 1: pale as you, nor I so pale as Nell. My
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 1: Lord was pale with inward strife, and Nell was pale
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 1: with pride. My Lord gazed long on pale Maud Claire,
• 1:00:42
  Speaker 1: or ever he kissed the bride. Lo I have brought
• 1:00:47
  Speaker 1: my gift, My Lord, have brought my gift, she said,
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 1: to bless the hearth, to bless the board, to bless
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  Speaker 1: the marriage bed. Here's my half of the golden chain
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 1: you wore about your neck. That day we waded ankle
• 1:01:05
  Speaker 1: deep for lilies in the back. Here's my half of
• 1:01:09
  Speaker 1: the faded leaves we plucked from budding bough with feet
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 1: amongst the lily leaves. The lilies are budding. Now he
• 1:01:17
  Speaker 1: stirved to match her scorn with scorn. He faltered in
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 1: his place. Lady, he said, Maud Claire. He said, Maud Claire,
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 1: and hid his face. She turned to Nell, my lady, nell,
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  Speaker 1: I have a gift for you. Though were it fruit
• 1:01:39
  Speaker 1: the bloom were gone? Or were it flowers the dew?
• 1:01:43
  Speaker 1: Take my share of a fickle heart, mine of a
• 1:01:47
  Speaker 1: paltry love. Take it or leave it as you will.
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  Speaker 1: I wash my hands thereof. And what you leave, said Nell,
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  Speaker 1: I'll take, And what you spurn i'll wear, for he's
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  Speaker 1: my lord, for better and worse, and him I love,
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  Speaker 1: Maude Claire. Yea, though you're taller by the head, more
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  Speaker 1: wise and much more fair. I'll love him till he
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  Speaker 1: loves me best me, best of all, Maude Claire. End
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  Speaker 1: of section twenty three, Section twenty four of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Echo come to Me in the
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 1: silence of the night. Come in the speaking silence of
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 1: a dream. Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 1: bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears,
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 1: Oh memory, hope, love of finished years, Oh dream, how sweet,
• 1:03:10
  Speaker 1: too sweet, too bitter? Sweet? Whose wakening should have been
• 1:03:14
  Speaker 1: in paradise, where souls brim full of love, abide and meet,
• 1:03:20
  Speaker 1: Where thirsting, longing eyes watch the slow door, that opening
• 1:03:25
  Speaker 1: letting in, let's out no more yet. Come to me
• 1:03:31
  Speaker 1: in dreams that I may live my very life again,
• 1:03:35
  Speaker 1: though cold in death. Come back to me in dreams
• 1:03:39
  Speaker 1: that I may give pulse for pulse, breath for breath,
• 1:03:45
  Speaker 1: Speak low, lean, low, as long ago, my love, How
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 1: long ago? End of Section twenty four, Section twenty five
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  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Winter my secret,
• 1:04:17
  Speaker 1: I tell my secret. No, indeed not I Perhaps some
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 1: day who knows, But not to day. It froze and
• 1:04:28
  Speaker 1: blows and snows, and you are too curious. Fine you
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 1: want to hear it. Well, only my secret's mine, and
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  Speaker 1: I won't tell. Or after all, perhaps there's none. Suppose
• 1:04:48
  Speaker 1: there is no secret after all, but only just my
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  Speaker 1: fun to day's a nipping day, a biting day in
• 1:04:58
  Speaker 1: which one wants a shawl, a veil, a cloak, and
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  Speaker 1: other wraps. I cannot ope to every one who taps
• 1:05:07
  Speaker 1: and let the drafts come whistling through my hall, come
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 1: bounding and surrounding me, come buffeting, astounding me, nipping and
• 1:05:17
  Speaker 1: clipping through my wraps, and all I wear my mask
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 1: for warmth. Whoever shows his nose to rush and snows,
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 1: to be pecked at by every wind that blows you
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 1: would not peck. I thank you for good will, believe,
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 1: but leave that truth untested. Still springs an expansive time.
• 1:05:46
  Speaker 1: Yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust,
• 1:05:50
  Speaker 1: nor April, with its rainbow crowned brief showers, nor even May,
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  Speaker 1: whose flowers one frost may wither through the sunless hours.
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  Speaker 1: Perhaps some languid summer day, when drowsy birds sing less
• 1:06:07
  Speaker 1: and less, and golden fruit is ripening to excess, If
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  Speaker 1: there's not too much sun nor too much cloud, and
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 1: the warm wind is neither still nor loud, perhaps my
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  Speaker 1: secret I may say, or you may guess. End of
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  Speaker 1: Section twenty five Section twenty six of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Another Spring. If I might see another spring,
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 1: I'd not plant summer flowers and wait. I'd have my
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 1: crocuses at once, my leafless pink miserian, my chill veined snowdrops,
• 1:07:03
  Speaker 1: choicer yet my white or asure violet leaf nested primrose.
• 1:07:08
  Speaker 1: Anything to blow at once, not late. If I might
• 1:07:13
  Speaker 1: see another spring, I'd listen to the daylight birds that
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 1: build their nests and pair and sing, nor wait for
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 1: mateless nightingale. I'd listen to the lusty herds, the ewes
• 1:07:27
  Speaker 1: with lambs as white as snow. I'd find out music
• 1:07:31
  Speaker 1: in the hail and all the winds that blow. If
• 1:07:36
  Speaker 1: I might see another spring, o stinging comment on my
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 1: past that all my past results in. If if I
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 1: might see another spring, I'd laugh to day to day
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 1: is brief. I would not wait for anything. I'd use
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 1: to day that cannot last. Be glad to day and sing.
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  Speaker 1: End of section twenty six Section twenty seven of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. A peal of bells. Strike
• 1:08:25
  Speaker 1: the bells, wantonly tinkle, tinkle well, Bring me wine, bring
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 1: me flowers, ring the silver bell. All my lamps burned,
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 1: scented oil, hung on laden orange trees, whose shadowed foliage
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 1: is the foil to golden lamps and oranges. Heap my
• 1:08:45
  Speaker 1: golden plates with fruit, golden fruit, fresh plucked and ripe.
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  Speaker 1: Strike the bells and breathe the pipe. Shut out showers
• 1:08:54
  Speaker 1: from summer hours, silence that complaining lute, shut out thinking,
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  Speaker 1: shut out pain from hours that cannot come again. Strike
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  Speaker 1: the bells, solemnly, ding dong deep. My friend is passing
• 1:09:10
  Speaker 1: to his bed, fast asleep. There's plaited linen round his head,
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 1: while foremost go his feet, his feet that cannot carry him.
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  Speaker 1: My feasts a show. My lights are dim, be still,
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  Speaker 1: Your music is not sweet. There is no music more
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  Speaker 1: for him. His lights are out, his feast is done.
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 1: His bowl that sparkled to the brim, is drained, is broken,
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  Speaker 1: cannot hold. My blood is chill, His blood is cold.
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  Speaker 1: His death is full, and mine begun. End of section
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  Speaker 1: twenty seven Section twenty eight of Goblin Market and Other
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Fotta morgana a blue eyed phantom far
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 1: before is laughing, leaping toward the sun like lead. I
• 1:10:17
  Speaker 1: chase it evermore, I pant and run. It breaks the sunlight,
• 1:10:22
  Speaker 1: bound on bound, goes singing as it leaps along two
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 1: sheep bells with a dreamy sound, a dreamy song. I laugh.
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  Speaker 1: It is so brisk and gay, it is so far before.
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 1: I weep. I hope I shall lie down some day,
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  Speaker 1: lie down and sleep. End of Section twenty eight, Section
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  Speaker 1: twenty nine of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public dome. No thank you, John,
• 1:11:06
  Speaker 1: I never said I loved you, John. Why will you
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 1: tease me day by day and wax a weariness to
• 1:11:12
  Speaker 1: think upon with? Always do and pray? You know I
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 1: never loved you, John. No fault of mine made me
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  Speaker 1: your toast. Why will you haunt me with a face
• 1:11:24
  Speaker 1: as wan As shows an hour old ghost. I dare say,
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  Speaker 1: Meg or Maul would take pity upon you if you'd
• 1:11:32
  Speaker 1: ask and pray. Don't remain single for my sake? Who
• 1:11:36
  Speaker 1: can't perform that task? I have no heart. Perhaps I
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 1: have not but then you're mad to take offense that
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 1: I don't give you what I have not got. Use
• 1:11:49
  Speaker 1: your own common sense. Let bygones be bygones. Don't call
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  Speaker 1: me false who owed not to be true? I'd rather
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 1: answer no to fifty Johns, then answer yes to you.
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  Speaker 1: Let's mar our pleasant days, no more song, birds of passage,
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  Speaker 1: days of youth, catch at to day, forget the days before.
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  Speaker 1: I'll wink at your untruth. Let us strike hands as
• 1:12:18
  Speaker 1: hearty friends, no more, no less, And friendship's good only.
• 1:12:23
  Speaker 1: Don't keep in view ulterior ends and points not understood
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  Speaker 1: in open treaty. Rise above quibbles and shuffling off and on.
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  Speaker 1: Here's friendship for you if you like, but love no
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  Speaker 1: thank you John. End of section twenty nine, Section thirty
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. May I cannot
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  Speaker 1: tell you how it was, but this I know. It
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 1: came to pass upon a bright and breezy day when
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 1: May was young, Ah, pleasant May. And yet the poppies
• 1:13:14
  Speaker 1: were not born between the blades of tender corn. The
• 1:13:17
  Speaker 1: last eggs had not hatched as yet, nor any bird
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  Speaker 1: foregone its mate. I cannot tell you what it was,
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  Speaker 1: but this I know it did, but pass it passed
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  Speaker 1: away with sunny may, with all sweet things. It passed
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  Speaker 1: away and left me old and cold and gray. End
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  Speaker 1: of Section thirty Section thirty one of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: that which is not nor can be, and hope deferred
• 1:14:08
  Speaker 1: made my heart sick in truth. But years must pass
• 1:14:12
  Speaker 1: before a hope of youth is resigned. Utterly, I watched
• 1:14:17
  Speaker 1: and waited with a steadfast will, And though the object
• 1:14:21
  Speaker 1: seemed to flee away that I so longed for, ever
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: day by day I watched and waited still. Sometimes I said,
• 1:14:32
  Speaker 1: this thing shall be no more. My expectation wearies and
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 1: shall cease. I will resign it now and be at peace.
• 1:14:42
  Speaker 1: Yet never gave it o'er. Sometimes I said, it is
• 1:14:47
  Speaker 1: an empty name I long for to a name. Why
• 1:14:50
  Speaker 1: should I give the peace of all the days I
• 1:14:52
  Speaker 1: have to live? Yet gave it all the same. Alas
• 1:14:58
  Speaker 1: thou foolish one like, unfit for healthy joy and salutary pain,
• 1:15:03
  Speaker 1: thou knowest the chase useless, and again turnest to follow it.
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  Speaker 1: End of section thirty one Section thirty two of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Twilight calm, oh pleasant even tide.
• 1:15:31
  Speaker 1: Clouds on the western side grow gray and grayer, hiding
• 1:15:36
  Speaker 1: the warm sun. The bees and birds, their happy labors done,
• 1:15:41
  Speaker 1: seek their close nests and bide screened in the leafy wood.
• 1:15:46
  Speaker 1: The stalk doves sit and brood. The very squirrel leaps
• 1:15:50
  Speaker 1: from bow to bow, but lazily pauses and settles now
• 1:15:55
  Speaker 1: where once he stored his food. One by one, the
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 1: flowers close, lily and dewy rose, shutting their tender petals
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  Speaker 1: from the moon. The grasshoppers are still, but not so
• 1:16:09
  Speaker 1: soon are still the noisy crows. The dormouse squats and
• 1:16:14
  Speaker 1: eats choice little dainty bits. Beneath the spreading roots of
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 1: a broad lime, nibbling his fill. He stops from time
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  Speaker 1: to time and listens where he sits. From far the
• 1:16:26
  Speaker 1: lowings come of cattle driven home from farther. Still, the
• 1:16:30
  Speaker 1: wind brings fitfully the vast continual murmur of the sea,
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  Speaker 1: now loud, now almost dumb. The gnats whirl in the air,
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  Speaker 1: the evening gnats. And there the owl opens, broad his
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  Speaker 1: eyes and wings to sail for prey. The bat wakes,
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  Speaker 1: and the shellless snail comes forth, clammy and bare hark.
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  Speaker 1: That's the nightingale, telling the self same tale her song
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  Speaker 1: told when this ancient earth was young, So Echoes answered,
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  Speaker 1: when her song was sung in the first wooded veil,
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  Speaker 1: we call it love and pain, the passion of her strain.
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  Speaker 1: And yet we little understand or know. Why should it
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  Speaker 1: not be rather joy that so throbs in each throbbing
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  Speaker 1: vein in separate herds. The deer lie hear the bucks,
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  Speaker 1: and hear the does, And by its mother sleeps the
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  Speaker 1: fawn through all the hours of night until the dawn.
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  Speaker 1: They sleep forgetting fear. The hare sleeps where it lies,
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  Speaker 1: with wary, half closed eyes. The cock has ceased to crow,
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  Speaker 1: the hen to cluck. Only the fox is out some
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  Speaker 1: heedless duck or chicken. To surprise remote, each single star
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  Speaker 1: comes out, till there are all shining brightly. How the
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  Speaker 1: dews fall down, while close at hand the glow worm
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  Speaker 1: lights her lamp or twinkles from afar. But evening now
• 1:18:07
  Speaker 1: is done as much as if the sun day giving
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  Speaker 1: had arisen in the east. For night has come, and
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  Speaker 1: the great calm has ceased, the quiet sands have run.
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  Speaker 1: And of section thirty two, section thirty three of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Wife to husband, pardon the
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  Speaker 1: faults in me for the love of years ago. Good Bye.
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  Speaker 1: I must drift across the sea. I must sink into
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 1: the snow. I must die. You can bask in this sun.
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  Speaker 1: You can drink wine and eat good Bye. I must
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  Speaker 1: gird myself and run, though with unready feet. I must
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  Speaker 1: die blank sea, to sail upon cold bed, to sleep
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  Speaker 1: in good bye while you clasp. I must be gone
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  Speaker 1: for all your weeping. I must die. A kiss for
• 1:19:23
  Speaker 1: one friend, and a word for two good bye, a
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  Speaker 1: lock that you must send, a kindness you must do.
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  Speaker 1: I must die, not a word for you, not a
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  Speaker 1: lock or kiss. Good bye. We one must part in
• 1:19:42
  Speaker 1: two verily. Death is this I must die. And of
• 1:19:50
  Speaker 1: section thirty three, section thirty four of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: Other po by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Three seasons. A cup for hope, she said,
• 1:20:13
  Speaker 1: in springtime ere the bloom was old, the crimson wine
• 1:20:16
  Speaker 1: was poor and cold by her mouth's richer red. A
• 1:20:21
  Speaker 1: cup for love, how low, how soft the words, and
• 1:20:26
  Speaker 1: all the while her blush was rippling with a smile,
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 1: like summer after snow. A cup for memory, cold cup
• 1:20:35
  Speaker 1: that one must drain alone while autumn winds are up
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 1: and moan across the barren sea. Hope, memory, love, hope
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  Speaker 1: for fair morn, and love for day, and memory for
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  Speaker 1: the evening gray and solitary dove. End of section thirty
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  Speaker 1: four Section thirty five of Goblin Market and Other Poems
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  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Mirage.
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  Speaker 1: The hope I dreamed of was a dream, was but
• 1:21:21
  Speaker 1: a dream, And now I wake exceeding, comfortless and worn
• 1:21:28
  Speaker 1: and old. For a dream's sake, I hang my harp
• 1:21:34
  Speaker 1: upon a tree, a weeping willow in a lake. I
• 1:21:38
  Speaker 1: hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapped, for a
• 1:21:43
  Speaker 1: dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart, My
• 1:21:52
  Speaker 1: silent heart lies still and break. Life and the world
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  Speaker 1: and mine own self are changed for a dream's sake.
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  Speaker 1: End of section thirty five Section thirty six of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Shut Out. The door was shut.
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 1: I looked between its iron bars and saw it lie
• 1:22:31
  Speaker 1: my garden, mine beneath the sky, pied with all flowers
• 1:22:37
  Speaker 1: bedewed and green. From bow to bow, the song birds
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 1: crossed from flower to flower, the moths and bees, with
• 1:22:46
  Speaker 1: all its nests and stately trees. It had been mine,
• 1:22:51
  Speaker 1: and it was lost. A shadowless spirit kept the gate
• 1:22:56
  Speaker 1: blank and unchanging, like the grave. I peering through, said,
• 1:23:02
  Speaker 1: let me have some buds to cheer my outcast state.
• 1:23:07
  Speaker 1: He answered not, or give me then, but one small
• 1:23:11
  Speaker 1: twig from shrub or tree, and bid my home remember
• 1:23:15
  Speaker 1: me until I come to it again. The spirit was silent,
• 1:23:21
  Speaker 1: but he took mortar and stone to build a wall.
• 1:23:25
  Speaker 1: He left no loophole great or small through which my
• 1:23:28
  Speaker 1: straining eyes might look. So now I sit here quite alone,
• 1:23:34
  Speaker 1: blinded with tears, nor grieve for that, for naught is
• 1:23:39
  Speaker 1: left worth looking at, since my delightful land is gone.
• 1:23:44
  Speaker 1: A violet bed is budding near wherein a lark has
• 1:23:48
  Speaker 1: made her nest and good they are, but not the best.
• 1:23:53
  Speaker 1: And dear they are, but not so dear. End of
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  Speaker 1: section thirty six, Section thirty seven of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Sound sleep, Some are laughing, some are weeping.
• 1:24:21
  Speaker 1: She is sleeping, only sleeping round her rest. Wild flowers
• 1:24:27
  Speaker 1: are creeping. There the wind is heaping, heaping sweetest sweets
• 1:24:33
  Speaker 1: of summer's keeping, by the cornfields ripe for reaping. There
• 1:24:39
  Speaker 1: are lilies, and there blushes the deep rose. And there
• 1:24:43
  Speaker 1: the thrushes sing till latest sunlight flushes. In the west,
• 1:24:48
  Speaker 1: a fresh wind brushes through the leaves, while evening hushes.
• 1:24:53
  Speaker 1: There By day the lark is singing, and the grass
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  Speaker 1: and weeds are springing. There By night the bat is winging.
• 1:25:02
  Speaker 1: There forever winds are bringing far off chimes of church
• 1:25:07
  Speaker 1: bells ringing night and morning noon, and even their sound
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  Speaker 1: fills her dreams with heaven. The long strife at length
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 1: is striven, till her grave bands shall be riven. Such
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  Speaker 1: is the good portion given to her soul at rest
• 1:25:26
  Speaker 1: and shriven. End of section thirty seven, Section thirty eight
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  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and other poems by Christina Rosetti. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Song she sat
• 1:25:49
  Speaker 1: and sang all way by the green margin of a stream,
• 1:25:53
  Speaker 1: watching the fishes leap and play beneath the glad sunbeam.
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  Speaker 1: I say, and wept all way beneath the moon's most
• 1:26:03
  Speaker 1: shadowy beam, watching the blossoms of the may weep leaves
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  Speaker 1: into the stream. I wept for memory, she sang for hope.
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  Speaker 1: That is so fair. My tears were swallowed by the sea.
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  Speaker 1: Her songs died on the air end of section thirty
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  Speaker 1: eight section thirty nine of Goblin Market and Other Poems
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  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Song when I am dead, my dearest, sing no sad
• 1:26:46
  Speaker 1: songs for me. Plant thou no roses at my head,
• 1:26:51
  Speaker 1: nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me,
• 1:26:56
  Speaker 1: with showers and dewdrops wet. And if thou will remember,
• 1:27:01
  Speaker 1: and if thou wilt forget, I shall not see the shadows,
• 1:27:07
  Speaker 1: I shall not feel the rain. I shall not hear
• 1:27:11
  Speaker 1: the nightingale sing on as if in pain and dreaming
• 1:27:15
  Speaker 1: through the twilight that doth not rise nor set haply
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  Speaker 1: I may remember, and haply may forget. End of section
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  Speaker 1: thirty nine, Section forty of Goblin Market and Other Poems
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  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Dead before death a sonnet ah changed and cold, how
• 1:27:49
  Speaker 1: changed and very cold, with stiffened smiling lips and cold
• 1:27:54
  Speaker 1: calm eyes changed, yet the same, much knowing, little wise.
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 1: This was the promise of the days of old, grown
• 1:28:04
  Speaker 1: hard and stubborn, in the ancient mold, grown rigid, in
• 1:28:08
  Speaker 1: the sham of life long lies. We hoped for better
• 1:28:12
  Speaker 1: things as years would rise. But it is over, as
• 1:28:16
  Speaker 1: a tale once told, all fallen, the blossom that no
• 1:28:21
  Speaker 1: fruitage bore, all lost, the present and the future time
• 1:28:26
  Speaker 1: all lost, all lost, the lapse that went before, so
• 1:28:31
  Speaker 1: lost till death, shut to the opened door, so lost,
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  Speaker 1: from chime to everlasting chime, so cold and lost forever
• 1:28:41
  Speaker 1: ever more. End of section forty, Section forty one of
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  Speaker 1: Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox
• 1:28:57
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Bitter, for sweet summer
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  Speaker 1: is gone, with all its roses, its sun and perfumes
• 1:29:09
  Speaker 1: and sweet flowers, its warm air and refreshing showers, and
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  Speaker 1: even autumn closes. Yea autumn's chilly self is going, and
• 1:29:21
  Speaker 1: winter comes, which is yet colder. Each day the hoar
• 1:29:26
  Speaker 1: frost waxes bolder, and the last buds cease blowing. End
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  Speaker 1: of Section forty one, Section forty two of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: and other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Master is come, and calleth
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  Speaker 1: for thee who calleth Thy Father, calleth run odor to
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  Speaker 1: wait on him. He who chasteth, but for a season
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  Speaker 1: trims thy lamp that it burn not dim who calleth
• 1:30:10
  Speaker 1: thy Master. Calleth sit disciple, and learn of him. He
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  Speaker 1: who teacheth wisdom of angels makes thee wise as the
• 1:30:18
  Speaker 1: cheribim who calleth thy Monarch, calleth rise o subject and
• 1:30:26
  Speaker 1: follow him. He is stronger than death or devil. Fear
• 1:30:31
  Speaker 1: not thou. If the foe be grim who calleth Thy
• 1:30:36
  Speaker 1: Lord God calleth fall o creature adoring him, he is
• 1:30:42
  Speaker 1: jealous Thy God, Almighty, count not dear to thee. Life
• 1:30:46
  Speaker 1: or limb. Who calleth thy bridegroom, calleth soar o bride
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  Speaker 1: with the Seraphim, He who loves thee as no man
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  Speaker 1: loveth bids thee give up thy heart to him. End
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  Speaker 1: of section forty two, section forty three of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Rest a sonnet O Earth lie
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 1: heavily upon her eyes seal her sweet eyes, weary of
• 1:31:28
  Speaker 1: watching Earth lie close around her, leave no room for
• 1:31:33
  Speaker 1: mirth with its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.
• 1:31:38
  Speaker 1: She hath no questions, she hath no replies, hushed in
• 1:31:43
  Speaker 1: and curtained with the blessed dearth of all that irked
• 1:31:46
  Speaker 1: her from the hour of birth. With stillness that is
• 1:31:49
  Speaker 1: almost paradise, darkness more clear than noonday, holdeth her silence,
• 1:31:57
  Speaker 1: more musical than any song, even and her very heart
• 1:32:01
  Speaker 1: has ceased to stir until the morning of eternity. Her
• 1:32:04
  Speaker 1: rest shall not begin nor end, but be, And when
• 1:32:09
  Speaker 1: she wakes, she will not think it long. End of
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  Speaker 1: section forty three, section forty four of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The first spring day, I wonder if
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  Speaker 1: the sap is stirring, yet, if wintry birds are dreaming
• 1:32:39
  Speaker 1: of a mate, if frozen snowdrops feel as yet the
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  Speaker 1: sun and crocus fires are kindling one by one, sing
• 1:32:49
  Speaker 1: Robin sing. I still am sore in doubt concerning spring.
• 1:32:56
  Speaker 1: I wonder if the spring tide of this year will
• 1:32:59
  Speaker 1: bring another spring, ring both lost and dear. If heart
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  Speaker 1: and spirit will find out their spring, or if the
• 1:33:07
  Speaker 1: world alone will bud and sing sing hope to me,
• 1:33:12
  Speaker 1: sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory. The sap
• 1:33:18
  Speaker 1: will surely quicken soon or late, the tardiest bird will
• 1:33:22
  Speaker 1: twitter to a mate. So spring must dawn again with
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 1: warmth and bloom, or in this world or in the
• 1:33:29
  Speaker 1: world to come, sing voice of spring, till I too
• 1:33:35
  Speaker 1: blossom and rejoice and sing. End of Section forty four
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  Speaker 1: Section forty five of Goblin Market and Other Poems by
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  Speaker 1: The convent threshold. There's blood between us love my love.
• 1:34:05
  Speaker 1: There's father's blood, there's brother's blood. And blood's a bar
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  Speaker 1: I cannot pass. I choose the stairs that mount above,
• 1:34:15
  Speaker 1: stare after golden skyward stair to city and to sea
• 1:34:19
  Speaker 1: of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, with
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 1: scarlet mud, which tells a tale of hope that was
• 1:34:27
  Speaker 1: of guilt, that was of love that shall not yet
• 1:34:30
  Speaker 1: avail alas my heart. If I could bear my heart
• 1:34:37
  Speaker 1: this self, same stain is there. I seek the sea
• 1:34:41
  Speaker 1: of glass and fire to wash the spot, to burn
• 1:34:44
  Speaker 1: the snare. Lo stairs are meant to lift us higher.
• 1:34:50
  Speaker 1: Mount with me, mount the kindled stair. Your eyes look earthward, mine,
• 1:34:57
  Speaker 1: look up. I see the far off city, grand beyond
• 1:35:01
  Speaker 1: the hills, a watered land, beyond the gulf, a gleaming
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  Speaker 1: strand of mansions, where the righteous sup who sleep at
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  Speaker 1: ease among their trees, or wake to sing a cadenced
• 1:35:13
  Speaker 1: hymn with Cherubim and Seraphim. They bore the cross, They drained,
• 1:35:18
  Speaker 1: the cup, racked, roasted, crushed, wrenched, limb from limb, They
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 1: the offscouring of the world, the heaven of starry heavens, unfurled.
• 1:35:29
  Speaker 1: The sun before their face is dim. You looking earthward,
• 1:35:34
  Speaker 1: what see you? Milk white wine flushed among the vines,
• 1:35:40
  Speaker 1: up and down, leaping to and fro, most glad, most full,
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  Speaker 1: made strong, with wines blooming as peaches, purled with dew,
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  Speaker 1: their golden, windy hair, afloat love, music warbling in their throat.
• 1:35:54
  Speaker 1: Young men and women come and go. You linger, Yet
• 1:35:59
  Speaker 1: the time is short. Flee for your life. Gird up
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  Speaker 1: your strength to flee. The shadows stretched at length, show
• 1:36:07
  Speaker 1: that day wanes, that night draws nigh. Flee to the
• 1:36:11
  Speaker 1: mountain tarry. Not is this a time for smile and sigh,
• 1:36:17
  Speaker 1: for songs among the secret trees where sudden blue birds
• 1:36:20
  Speaker 1: nest and sport. The time is short, and yet you
• 1:36:24
  Speaker 1: stay to day while it is called to day niel, wrestle, knock,
• 1:36:30
  Speaker 1: do violence, pray? To day is short, to morrow nigh?
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 1: Why will you die? Why will you die? You sinned
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 1: with me, a pleasant sin. Repent with me? For I
• 1:36:44
  Speaker 1: repent woes me. The lore I must unlearn woes me.
• 1:36:50
  Speaker 1: That easy way we went, so rugged when I would return?
• 1:36:54
  Speaker 1: How long until my sleep begin? How long shall stretch
• 1:36:58
  Speaker 1: these nights and days? Surely clean angels cry? She prays,
• 1:37:04
  Speaker 1: She laves her soul with tedious tears. How long must
• 1:37:08
  Speaker 1: stretch these years and years? I turn from you my
• 1:37:13
  Speaker 1: cheeks and eyes, my hair, which you shall see no more,
• 1:37:18
  Speaker 1: alas for joy that went before, for joy that dies.
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 1: For love that dies, only my lips still turn to you,
• 1:37:27
  Speaker 1: my livid lips that cry repent. O weary life, O
• 1:37:31
  Speaker 1: weary lent, O weary time whose starts are few? How
• 1:37:36
  Speaker 1: should I rest in paradise or sit on steps of
• 1:37:40
  Speaker 1: heaven alone? If saints and angels spoke of love? Should
• 1:37:45
  Speaker 1: I not answer from my throne? Have pity upon me? Ye,
• 1:37:50
  Speaker 1: my friends, for I have heard the sound thereof Should
• 1:37:54
  Speaker 1: I not turn with yearning eyes? Turn earthwards with a
• 1:37:57
  Speaker 1: pitiful pang? Oh? Say, gave me from a pang in heaven,
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  Speaker 1: by all the gifts we took and gave. Repent, repent
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  Speaker 1: and be forgiven. This life is long, but yet it ends.
• 1:38:10
  Speaker 1: Repent and perjure soul, and save no gladder. Song. The
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  Speaker 1: morning stars upon their birthday morning sang, than angels sang
• 1:38:18
  Speaker 1: when one repents. I tell you what I dreamed last night.
• 1:38:24
  Speaker 1: A spirit with transfigured face, fire footed, clom in infinite space.
• 1:38:30
  Speaker 1: I heard his hundred pinions clang, heaven bells rejoicing, rang
• 1:38:35
  Speaker 1: and rang. Heaven air was thrilled with subtle scents. Worlds
• 1:38:39
  Speaker 1: spun upon their rushing cars. He mounted, shrieking, Give me light.
• 1:38:46
  Speaker 1: Still light was poured on him more light, angels, arch angels.
• 1:38:50
  Speaker 1: He outstripped, exultant in exceeding might, and trod the skirts
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  Speaker 1: of Cherubim. Still give me light. He shrieked and dipped
• 1:39:00
  Speaker 1: his thirsty face, and drank a sea athirst with thirst
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  Speaker 1: it could not slake. I saw him, drunk with knowledge,
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  Speaker 1: take from aching brows the oriel crown, his locks writhed
• 1:39:13
  Speaker 1: like a cloven snake. He left his throne to grovel
• 1:39:16
  Speaker 1: down and lick the dust of Seraph's feet. For what
• 1:39:20
  Speaker 1: is knowledge? Duly weighed? Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet? YEA,
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  Speaker 1: All the progress he had made was but to learn
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  Speaker 1: that all is small save love, for love is all
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  Speaker 1: in all. I tell you what I dreamed last night.
• 1:39:39
  Speaker 1: It was not dark, It was not light. Cold dews
• 1:39:44
  Speaker 1: had drenched my plenteous hair through clay. You came to
• 1:39:48
  Speaker 1: seek me there, and do you dream of me? You
• 1:39:53
  Speaker 1: said my heart was dust that used to leap to you.
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  Speaker 1: I answered, half asleep. My pillow is damp, my sheets
• 1:40:03
  Speaker 1: are red. There's a leaden tester to my bed. Find
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  Speaker 1: you a warmer playfellow, a warmer pillow for your head,
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  Speaker 1: A kinder love to love than mine. You wrung your hands,
• 1:40:18
  Speaker 1: while I, like lead, crushed downwards through the sodden earth.
• 1:40:22
  Speaker 1: You smote your hands, but not in mirth, and reeled,
• 1:40:26
  Speaker 1: but were not drunk with wine. For all night long
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 1: I dreamed of you. I woke and prayed against my will,
• 1:40:35
  Speaker 1: then slept to dream of you again. At length I
• 1:40:39
  Speaker 1: rose and knelt and prayed. I cannot write the words
• 1:40:44
  Speaker 1: I said. My words were slow, my tears were few,
• 1:40:49
  Speaker 1: But through the dark my silence spoke like thunder. When
• 1:40:54
  Speaker 1: this morning broke, my face was pinched, my hair was
• 1:40:57
  Speaker 1: gray and frozen, blood was on the sill. Were stifling
• 1:41:01
  Speaker 1: in my struggle, I lay. If now you saw me,
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 1: you would say where is the face I used to love?
• 1:41:09
  Speaker 1: And I would answer, gone before it. Terry's veiled in paradise.
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  Speaker 1: When once the morning star shall rise, when earth with
• 1:41:20
  Speaker 1: shadow flees away, and we stand safe within the door,
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  Speaker 1: then you shall lift the veil thereof Look up, Rise up,
• 1:41:31
  Speaker 1: for far above our palms are grown, our place is set.
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  Speaker 1: There we shall meet as once we met, and love
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  Speaker 1: with old familiar love. And of section forty five, Section
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  Speaker 1: forty six of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is the public domain. Up hill? Does
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  Speaker 1: the road wind up hill? All the way? Yes, to
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  Speaker 1: the very end? Will the day's journey take the whole
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  Speaker 1: long day, from morn to night? My friend? But is
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  Speaker 1: there for the night a resting place, a roof for
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  Speaker 1: when the slow dark hours begin? May not the darkness
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  Speaker 1: hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
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  Speaker 1: Shall I meet other wayfarers at night, those who have
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  Speaker 1: gone before? Then? Must I knock or call? When just
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  Speaker 1: in sight? They will not keep you? Standing at that door?
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  Speaker 1: Shall I find comfort? Travel sore and weak of labor,
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  Speaker 1: you shall find the sum Will there be beds for
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  Speaker 1: me and all who seek? Yes, bed for all who come?
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  Speaker 1: And of section forty six Section forty seven of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: Market and other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. The Love of Christ, which
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  Speaker 1: passeth knowledge, I bore with THEE long weary days and nights,
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  Speaker 1: through many pangs of heart, through many tears, I bore
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  Speaker 1: with THEE thy hardness, coldness, slights for three and thirty years.
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  Speaker 1: Who else had dared for THEE what I have dared?
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  Speaker 1: I plunged the depth, most deep from bliss above. I
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  Speaker 1: not my flesh, I not my spirit spared. Give thou
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  Speaker 1: me love for love for THEE. I thirsted in the
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  Speaker 1: daily draft, for THEE. I trembled in the nightly frost,
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  Speaker 1: much sweeter than thou. Honey to my mouth. Why wilt
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  Speaker 1: thou still be lost? I bore THEE on my shoulders
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  Speaker 1: and rejoiced. Men only marked upon my shoulders, borne the
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  Speaker 1: branding cross, and shouted, hungry voiced, were wagged their heads
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  Speaker 1: in scorn. THEE did nails grave upon my hands. Thy
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  Speaker 1: name did thorns for frontlet stamp between mine eyes. I
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  Speaker 1: Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame I God Priest,
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  Speaker 1: sacrifice a thief upon my right hand, and my left
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  Speaker 1: six hours alone athirst in misery, at length in death
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  Speaker 1: one smote my heart and cleft a hiding place for
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  Speaker 1: thee nailed to the racking cross, then bed of down
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  Speaker 1: more dear, whereon to stretch myself and sleep? So did
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  Speaker 1: I win a kingdom, share my crown, a harvest, come
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  Speaker 1: and reap end of Section forty seven, Section forty eight
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  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A bruised reed,
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  Speaker 1: shall he not break. I will accept thy will to
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  Speaker 1: do and be thy hatred and intolerance of sin. Thy
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  Speaker 1: will at least to love that burns within and thirsteth
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  Speaker 1: after me. So will I render fruitful blessing still the
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  Speaker 1: germs and small beginnings in thy heart, because thy will
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  Speaker 1: cleaves to the better part alas I cannot, will dost
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  Speaker 1: not thou will poor soul. Yet I receive the inner
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  Speaker 1: unseen longings of the soul. I guide them turning towards me.
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  Speaker 1: I control and charm hearts till they grieve, if thou
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  Speaker 1: desire it, yet shall come to pass. Though thou but
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  Speaker 1: wish indeed to choose my love, For I have power
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  Speaker 1: in earth and heaven above. I cannot wish alas what
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  Speaker 1: neither choose nor wish to choose. And yet I still
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  Speaker 1: must strive to win thee, and constrain for thee I
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  Speaker 1: hung upon the cross in pain. How then can I forget?
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  Speaker 1: If thou, as yet dost neither love nor hate, nor choose,
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  Speaker 1: nor wish resign thyself, be still till I infuse love, hatred, longing,
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  Speaker 1: will I do not deprecate. End of Section forty eight
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  Speaker 1: Section forty nine of Goblin Market and Other Poems by
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  Speaker 1: Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain,
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  Speaker 1: a better resurrection. I have no wit, no words, no tears.
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  Speaker 1: My heart within me, like a stone, is numbed too
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  Speaker 1: much for hopes or fears. Look right, look left. I
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  Speaker 1: dwell alone. I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief,
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  Speaker 1: no everlasting hills I see. My life is in the
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  Speaker 1: falling leaf. Oh Jesus, quicken me. My life is like
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  Speaker 1: a faded leaf, my harvest dwindled to a husk. Truly,
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  Speaker 1: my life is void and brief and tedious in the
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  Speaker 1: barren dusk. My life is like a frozen thing, no
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  Speaker 1: bud nor greenness. Can I see yet? Rise it shall
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  Speaker 1: the sap of spring, Oh Jesus, rise in me. My
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  Speaker 1: life is like a broken bowl, a broken bowl that
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  Speaker 1: cannot hold one drop of water for my soul or
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  Speaker 1: cordial In the searching cold, cast in the fire, the
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  Speaker 1: perished thing melt and remold it till it be a
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  Speaker 1: royal cup for him, my King, Oh Jesus, drink of me.
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  Speaker 1: End of Section forty nine, Section fifty of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Advent, This advent moon shines cold
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  Speaker 1: and clear. These advent nights are long. Our lamps have
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  Speaker 1: burned year after year, and still their flame is strong. Watchman,
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  Speaker 1: what of the night? We cry? Heartsick with hope deferred.
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  Speaker 1: No speaking signs are in the sky. Is still the
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  Speaker 1: watchman's word. The porter watches at the gate, the servants
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  Speaker 1: watch within. The watch is long, betimes and late. The
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  Speaker 1: prize is slow to win. Watchman, what of the night?
• 1:49:38
  Speaker 1: But still his answer sounds the same. No daybreak tops
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  Speaker 1: the utmost hill, nor pale. Our lamps aflame one to another.
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  Speaker 1: Hear them speak the patient virgins wise, surely he is
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  Speaker 1: not far to seek. All night we watch and rise.
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  Speaker 1: The days are evil looking back, the coming days are dim.
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  Speaker 1: Yet count we not his promise, slack, but watch and
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  Speaker 1: wait for him. One with another, soul with soul, they
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  Speaker 1: kindle fire from fire. Friends watch us who have touched
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  Speaker 1: the goal. They urge us come up higher with them,
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  Speaker 1: shall rest our waists or feet? With them? Is built
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  Speaker 1: our home with Christ? They sweet, But he most sweet,
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  Speaker 1: sweeter than honeycomb. There no more parting, no more pain,
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  Speaker 1: the distant ones brought near the lost, so long are
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  Speaker 1: found again, long lost, but longer dear eye hath not seen,
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  Speaker 1: ear hath not heard, nor heart conceived that rest with
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  Speaker 1: them our good things, long deferred. With Jesus Christ, our best.
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  Speaker 1: We weep because the night is long. We laugh, for
• 1:50:59
  Speaker 1: day shall rise. We sing a slow contented song, and
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  Speaker 1: knock at paradise weeping. We hold him fast, who wept
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  Speaker 1: for us. We hold him fast and will not let
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  Speaker 1: him go except he bless us first or last. Weeping,
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  Speaker 1: we hold him fast to night. We will not let
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  Speaker 1: him go till daybreak. Smite our wearied sight, and summer
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  Speaker 1: smite the snow. Then figs shall bud and dove with
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  Speaker 1: dove shall coo the livelong day. Then he shall say, arise,
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  Speaker 1: my love, my fair one, come away. End of section
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  Speaker 1: fifty Section fifty one of Goblin Market and Other Poems
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  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Three Enemies the flesh, Sweet thou art pale, more pale,
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  Speaker 1: to see Christ hung upon the cruel tree and bore
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  Speaker 1: his father's wrath for me. Sweet thou art sad beneath
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  Speaker 1: a rod, more heavy. Christ, for my sake trod the
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  Speaker 1: wine press of the wrath of God. Sweet thou art weary,
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  Speaker 1: Not so Christ, whose mighty love of me sufficed for
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  Speaker 1: strength salvation Eucharist. Sweet thou art footsore. If I bleed
• 1:52:39
  Speaker 1: his feet of blood, yea, in my need, his heart
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  Speaker 1: once bled for mine. Indeed the world. Sweet Thou art young.
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  Speaker 1: So he was young, who, for my sake, in silence,
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  Speaker 1: hung upon the cross with passion wrung. Look, thou art fair.
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  Speaker 1: He was more fair than men who deigned for me
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  Speaker 1: to wear a visage marred beyond compare. And thou hast
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  Speaker 1: riches daily bread. All else is his, who, living dead
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  Speaker 1: for me, lacked where to lay his head, and life
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  Speaker 1: is sweet. It was not so to him whose cup
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  Speaker 1: did overflow with mine unutterable woe the devil. Thou drinkest
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  Speaker 1: deep when Christ would sup He drained the dregs from
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  Speaker 1: out my cup. So how should I be lifted up?
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  Speaker 1: Thou shalt win glory in the skies. Lord Jesus, cover
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  Speaker 1: up mine eyes lest they should look on vanities. Thou
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  Speaker 1: shalt have knowledge helpless dust in thee O, Lord, I
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  Speaker 1: put my trust answer thou for me wise and just,
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  Speaker 1: and might get thee behind me. Lord who hast redeemed
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  Speaker 1: and not abhorred my soul, Oh keep it by thy word.
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  Speaker 1: End of section fifty one, section fifty two of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: Market and Other Poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. One certainty a sonnet vanity
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  Speaker 1: of vanities, the preacher saith, all things are vanity. The
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  Speaker 1: eye and ear cannot be filled with what they see
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  Speaker 1: and hear, like early dew, or like the sudden breath
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  Speaker 1: of wind, or like the grass that withereth is man
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  Speaker 1: tossed to and fro by hope and fear, so little joy,
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  Speaker 1: hath he so little cheer till all things end in
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  Speaker 1: the long dust of death. To day is still the
• 1:55:05
  Speaker 1: same as yesterday, to morrow, also even as one of them.
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  Speaker 1: And there is nothing new under the sun until the
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  Speaker 1: ancient race of time be run. The old thorns shall
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  Speaker 1: grow out of the old stem, and morning shall be
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  Speaker 1: cold and twilight gray. End of section fifty two, section
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  Speaker 1: This LIBRIVOCXT recording is in the public domain. Christian and
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  Speaker 1: jew a dialog, Oh, happy, happy land. Angels like rushes,
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  Speaker 1: stand about the wells of light. Alas I have not
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  Speaker 1: eyes for this fair sight, hold facts my hand, as
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  Speaker 1: in a soft wind, they bend, all one blessed way,
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  Speaker 1: each bowed in his own glory, star with star I
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  Speaker 1: cannot see so far here shadows are white winged, the
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  Speaker 1: Cherubim yet whiter. Seraphim glow white with intense fire of love.
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  Speaker 1: Mine eyes are dim. I look in vain above and
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  Speaker 1: miss their hymn. Angels arch angels cry one to other ceaselessly.
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  Speaker 1: I hear them sing one, holy, holy, Holy to their king.
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  Speaker 1: I do not hear them. I joy to thee paradise
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  Speaker 1: garden and gold and nest made green for wearied eyes,
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  Speaker 1: much softer than the breast of mother dove. Clad in
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  Speaker 1: a rainbow's dyes, All precious souls are there, most safe
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  Speaker 1: elect by grace, All tears are wiped forever from their face.
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  Speaker 1: Untired in prayer, they wait and praise. Hidden for a
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  Speaker 1: little space. Boughs of the living vine they spread in
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  Speaker 1: summer shine, green leaf with leaf sap of the royal vine.
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  Speaker 1: It stirs like wine in all both less and chief
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  Speaker 1: sing to the Lord all spirits of all flesh sing,
• 1:57:25
  Speaker 1: For he hath not abhorred our low estate, nor scorned
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  Speaker 1: our offering. Shout to our king. But Zion said, my Lord,
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  Speaker 1: forgetteth me. Lo. She hath made her bed in dust,
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  Speaker 1: forsaken weepeth she where alien rivers swell the sea. She
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  Speaker 1: laid her body as the ground, her tender body as
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  Speaker 1: the ground. To those who passed her harp strings cannot
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  Speaker 1: sound in a strange land, tiscrowned. She sits and drunk
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  Speaker 1: with woes, Oh, drunken not with wine, whose sins and
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  Speaker 1: sorrows have fulfilled the sum Be not afraid. A rise
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  Speaker 1: be no more dumb, a rise shine, for thy light
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  Speaker 1: is come. Can these bones live? God knows. The prophet
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  Speaker 1: saw such clothed with flesh and skin. A wind blew
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  Speaker 1: on them, and life entered in. They shook and rose
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  Speaker 1: hasten the time O Lord blot out their sin. Let
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  Speaker 1: life begin end of section fifty three Section fifty four
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  Speaker 1: of Goblin Market and other poems. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Sweet death, the sweetest blossoms die.
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  Speaker 1: And so it was that, going day by day unto
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  Speaker 1: the church to praise and prayer and crossing the green churchyard,
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  Speaker 1: thoughtfully I saw how on the graves the flowers shed
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  Speaker 1: their fresh leaves and showers, and how their perfume rose
• 1:59:10
  Speaker 1: up to the sky before it passed away. The youngest
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  Speaker 1: blossoms die, They die and fall and nourish the rich
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  Speaker 1: earth from which they lately had their birth. Sweet life,
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  Speaker 1: but sweeter death that passeth by, and is as though
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  Speaker 1: it had not been. All colors turned to green, the
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  Speaker 1: bright hues vanish, and the odors fly. The grass hath
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  Speaker 1: lasting worth, and youth and beauty die. So be it,
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  Speaker 1: o my God, Thou God of truth, better than beauty
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  Speaker 1: and than youth. Are saints and angels a glad company.
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  Speaker 1: And Thou, o Lord, our rest and ease art better
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  Speaker 1: far than these. Why should we shrink from our full harvest?
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  Speaker 1: Why prefer to glean with ruth? End of section fifty
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  Speaker 1: four Section fifty five of Goblin Market and Other poems
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  Speaker 1: by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Cymbals.
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  Speaker 1: I watched a rose bud very long, brought on by
• 2:00:31
  Speaker 1: dew and sun and shower, waiting to see the perfect flower. Then,
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  Speaker 1: when I thought it should be strong. It opened at
• 2:00:40
  Speaker 1: the matin hour and fell at evensong. I watched a
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  Speaker 1: nest from day to day, a green nest full of
• 2:00:48
  Speaker 1: pleasant shade, wherein three speckled eggs were laid. But when
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  Speaker 1: they should have hatched in May, the two old birds
• 2:00:56
  Speaker 1: had grown afraid or tired, and flew away. Then, in
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  Speaker 1: my wrath I broke the bough that I had tended
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  Speaker 1: so with care, hoping its scent should fill the air.
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  Speaker 1: I crushed the eggs, not heeding how their ancient promise
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  Speaker 1: had been fair. I would have vengeance now, But the
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  Speaker 1: dead branch spoke from the sod, and the eggs answered
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  Speaker 1: me again, because we failed. Dost thou complain? Is thy
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  Speaker 1: wrath just? And what if God, who waiteth for thy
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  Speaker 1: fruits in vain should also take the rod end of
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  Speaker 1: section fifty five section fifty six of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Consider the lilies of the field flowers
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  Speaker 1: preach to us, if we will hear the rose saith
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  Speaker 1: in the dewy morn. I am most fair, Yet all
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  Speaker 1: my loveliness is borne upon a thorn. The poppy saith
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  Speaker 1: amid the corn let, But my scarlet head appear, and
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  Speaker 1: I am held in scorn. Yet juice of subtle virtue
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  Speaker 1: lies within my cup of curious dyes. The lilies say, behold,
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  Speaker 1: how we preach without words of purity. The violets whisper
• 2:02:26
  Speaker 1: from the shade which their own leaves have made. Men
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  Speaker 1: scent our fragrance on the air. Yet take no heed
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  Speaker 1: of humble lessons we would read, but not alone. The
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  Speaker 1: fairest flowers, the merest grass along the roadside where we pass,
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  Speaker 1: lichen and moss and sturdy weed tell of his love
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  Speaker 1: who sends the dew, the rain, and sunshine too, to
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  Speaker 1: nourish one small seed. End of section fifty six Section
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The world
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  Speaker 1: a sonnet. By day she woos me soft, exceeding fair,
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  Speaker 1: But all night, as the moon so changeth, she loathsome
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  Speaker 1: and foul, with hideous leprosy and subtle serpents gliding in
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  Speaker 1: her hair. By day she woos me to the outer air,
• 2:03:36
  Speaker 1: ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety. But through the night,
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  Speaker 1: a beast, she grins at me, a very monster, void
• 2:03:45
  Speaker 1: of love and prayer. By day she stands alie. By
• 2:03:51
  Speaker 1: night she stands in all the naked horror of the truth,
• 2:03:55
  Speaker 1: with pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. Is this
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  Speaker 1: a friend? Indeed? That I should sell my soul to her,
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  Speaker 1: give her my life and youth, till my feet cloven too?
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  Speaker 1: Take hold on hell. End of section fifty seven Section
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain a testimony.
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  Speaker 1: I said, of laughter, it is vain of mirth, I said,
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  Speaker 1: what profits it? Therefore I found a book and writ
• 2:04:43
  Speaker 1: therein how ease and also pain, how health and sickness.
• 2:04:48
  Speaker 1: Every one is vanity. Beneath the sun man walks in
• 2:04:52
  Speaker 1: a vain shadow. He disquieteth himself in vain. The things
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  Speaker 1: that were shall be again. The river do not fill
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  Speaker 1: the sea, but turn back to their secret source. The winds, too,
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  Speaker 1: turn upon their course Our treasures moth and rust, corrupt
• 2:05:11
  Speaker 1: or thieves, break through and steal, or they make themselves
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  Speaker 1: wings and fly away. One man made merry as he
• 2:05:19
  Speaker 1: supped nor guessed how when that night grew dim, his
• 2:05:24
  Speaker 1: soul would be required of him. We build our houses
• 2:05:28
  Speaker 1: on the sand, calmly, with outside and within. But when
• 2:05:33
  Speaker 1: the winds and rains begin to beat on them, they
• 2:05:36
  Speaker 1: cannot stand. They perish quickly, overthrown loose from the very
• 2:05:42
  Speaker 1: basement stone. All things are vanity, I said, yea vanity
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  Speaker 1: of vanities. The rich man dies and the poor dyes.
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  Speaker 1: The worm feeds sweetly on the dead. Whate'er thou lackest
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  Speaker 1: keep this trust, all in the end shall have but dust.
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  Speaker 1: The one inheritance, which best and worst alike, shall find
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  Speaker 1: and share. The wicked cease from troubling. There, and there
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  Speaker 1: the weary be at rest. There all the wisdom of
• 2:06:14
  Speaker 1: the wise is vanity of vanities. Man flourishes as a
• 2:06:20
  Speaker 1: green leaf, and as a leaf doth pass away, or
• 2:06:24
  Speaker 1: as a shade that cannot stay and leaves no track.
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  Speaker 1: His course is brief. Yet man doth hope and fear
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  Speaker 1: and plan till he is dead, O foolish man. Our
• 2:06:37
  Speaker 1: eyes cannot be satisfied with seeing, nor our ears be
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  Speaker 1: filled with hearing. Yet we plant and build, and buy,
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  Speaker 1: and make our borders wide. We gather wealth we gather care,
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  Speaker 1: but know not who shall be our heir. Why should
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  Speaker 1: we hasten to arise so early and so late? Take rest?
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  Speaker 1: Our labor is not good, Our best hopes fade, Our
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  Speaker 1: heart is stayed on lies. Verily we sow wind, and
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  Speaker 1: we shall reap the whirlwind. Verily, he who hath little
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  Speaker 1: shall not lack. He who hath plenty shall decay. Our
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  Speaker 1: fathers went, we pass away, our children follow on our track.
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  Speaker 1: So generations fail, and so they are renewed, and come
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  Speaker 1: and go. The earth is fattened with our dead. She
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  Speaker 1: swallows more and doth not cease. Therefore her wine and
• 2:07:35
  Speaker 1: oil increase, and her sheaves are not numbered. Therefore her
• 2:07:39
  Speaker 1: plants are green, and all her pleasant trees lusty and tall.
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  Speaker 1: Therefore the maidens cease to sing, and the young men
• 2:07:47
  Speaker 1: are very sad. Therefore the sowing is not glad and
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  Speaker 1: mournful is the harvesting of high and low, of great
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  Speaker 1: and small. Vanity is the lot of all. A king
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  Speaker 1: dwelt in Jerusalem. He was the wisest man on earth.
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  Speaker 1: He had all riches from his birth, and pleasures till
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  Speaker 1: he tired of them. Then, having tested all things, he
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  Speaker 1: witnessed that all are vanity. End of section fifty eight
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty nine of Goblin Market and Other Poems by
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  Speaker 1: Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sleep at sea, sound the deep waters? Who shall sound
• 2:08:43
  Speaker 1: that deep? Too short? The plummet and the watchman sleep.
• 2:08:49
  Speaker 1: Some dream of effort up a toilsome steep. Some dream
• 2:08:54
  Speaker 1: of pasture grounds for harmless sheep. White shapes flit to
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  Speaker 1: and fro from mast to mast. They feel the distant
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  Speaker 1: tempest that nears them fast. Great rocks are straight ahead,
• 2:09:08
  Speaker 1: great shoals, not past. They shout to one another upon
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  Speaker 1: the blast, Oh soft. The streams drop music between the hills,
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  Speaker 1: and musical the bird's nest beside those rills. The nests
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  Speaker 1: are types of home love hidden from ills. The nests
• 2:09:26
  Speaker 1: are types of spirits. Love. Music fills so dream the sleepers,
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  Speaker 1: each man in his place. The lightning shows the smile
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  Speaker 1: upon each face. The ship is driving, driving, It drives apace,
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  Speaker 1: and sleepers smile, and spirits bewail their case. The lightning
• 2:09:48
  Speaker 1: glares and reddens across the skies. It seems but sunset
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  Speaker 1: to those sleeping eyes. When did the sun go down
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  Speaker 1: on such a wise, from such a sunset, When shall
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  Speaker 1: day arise? Wake call the spirits, but to heedless ears.
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  Speaker 1: They have forgotten sorrows and hopes and fears. They have
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  Speaker 1: forgotten perils and smiles and tears. Their dream has held
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  Speaker 1: them long, long years and years. Wake call the spirits again,
• 2:10:22
  Speaker 1: But it would take a louder summons to bid them awake.
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  Speaker 1: Some dream of pleasure for another's sake, some dream forgetful
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  Speaker 1: of a life long ache. One by one, slowly ah
• 2:10:36
  Speaker 1: how sad and slow, wailing and praying, The spirits rise
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  Speaker 1: and go clear, stainless spirits, white as white as snow,
• 2:10:47
  Speaker 1: Pale spirits wailing for an overthrow, one by one, flitting
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 1: like a mournful bird whose song is tired at last,
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  Speaker 1: for no mate heard. The loving voice is so violent,
• 2:11:00
  Speaker 1: the useless word, One by one, flitting, sick with hope deferred.
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  Speaker 1: Driving and driving, the ship drives a main while swift
• 2:11:12
  Speaker 1: from mast to mast, shapes flit again, flit, silent as
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  Speaker 1: the silence where men lie slain. Their shadow cast upon
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  Speaker 1: the sails is like a stain. No voice to call
• 2:11:25
  Speaker 1: the sleepers, no hand to raise. They sleep to death
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  Speaker 1: in dreaming of length of days. Vanity of vanities, the
• 2:11:34
  Speaker 1: preacher says, vanity is the end of all their ways.
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  Speaker 1: And of section fifty nine, section sixty of Goblin Market
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  Speaker 1: and other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. From house to the first was
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  Speaker 1: like a dream through summer heat, the second like a tedious,
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  Speaker 1: numbing swoon, while the half frozen pulses lagged to beat
• 2:12:11
  Speaker 1: beneath a winter moon. But says my friend, what was
• 2:12:16
  Speaker 1: this thing and where it? Was? A pleasure place within
• 2:12:19
  Speaker 1: my soul, an earthly paradise, supremely fair, that lured me
• 2:12:24
  Speaker 1: from the goal. The first part was a tissue of
• 2:12:28
  Speaker 1: hugged lies, the second was its ruin, fraught with pain.
• 2:12:32
  Speaker 1: Why raise the fair delusion to the skies, but to
• 2:12:36
  Speaker 1: be dashed again. My castle stood of white, transparent glass,
• 2:12:41
  Speaker 1: glittering and frail, with many a fretted spire. But when
• 2:12:45
  Speaker 1: the summer sunset came to pass, it kindled into fire.
• 2:12:50
  Speaker 1: My pleasance was an undulating green, stately with trees whose
• 2:12:54
  Speaker 1: shadows slept below, with glimpses of smooth garden beds between,
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  Speaker 1: like flame or sky or snow swift squirrels on the
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  Speaker 1: pastures took their ease with leaping lambs, safe from the
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  Speaker 1: unfeared knife. All singing birds rejoicing in those trees, fulfilled
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  Speaker 1: their careless life. Wood pigeons cooed there. Stock doves nestled there.
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  Speaker 1: My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit.
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  Speaker 1: Their branches spread a city to the air, and mice
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  Speaker 1: lodged in their root. My heath lay farther off, where
• 2:13:31
  Speaker 1: lizards lived in strange metallic mail just spied and gone
• 2:13:37
  Speaker 1: like darted lightnings here and there perceived, but nowhere dwelt upon.
• 2:13:42
  Speaker 1: Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
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  Speaker 1: and propagate in peace and uncouth crew where velvet headed
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  Speaker 1: rushes rustling gnawed and spill the morning dew All caterpillars
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 1: throve beneath my rule with snails and slugs and corners
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  Speaker 1: out of sight. I never marred the curious sudden stool
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  Speaker 1: that perfects in a night, safe in his excavated gallery.
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  Speaker 1: The burrowing mole groped on from year to year. No
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  Speaker 1: harmless hedgehog curled because of me, his prickly back for
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  Speaker 1: fear ofttimes one like an angel walked with me with
• 2:14:22
  Speaker 1: spirit discerning eyes like flames of fire, but deep as
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  Speaker 1: the unfathomed endless sea, fulfilling my desire, and sometimes like
• 2:14:32
  Speaker 1: a snow drift. He was fair, and sometimes like a
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  Speaker 1: sunset glorious red, and sometimes he had wings to scale
• 2:14:39
  Speaker 1: the air, with aureole around his head. We sang our
• 2:14:43
  Speaker 1: songs together by the way, calls and recarls and echoes
• 2:14:47
  Speaker 1: of delight, So communed we together all the day, and
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  Speaker 1: so in dreams by night. I have no words to
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  Speaker 1: tell what way we walked, what unforgotten path now close
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  Speaker 1: and sealed. I have no words to tell all things
• 2:15:03
  Speaker 1: we talked, all things that he revealed. This only can
• 2:15:08
  Speaker 1: I tell that hour by hour I waxed more feastful,
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  Speaker 1: lifted up and glad. I felt no thorn prick when
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  Speaker 1: I plucked a flower, felt not. My friend was sad tomorrow.
• 2:15:22
  Speaker 1: Once I said to him, with smiles, to night. He
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  Speaker 1: answered gravely and was dumb, but pointed out the stones
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  Speaker 1: that numbered miles and miles and miles to come. Not
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  Speaker 1: so I said, to morrow shall be sweet. To night
• 2:15:39
  Speaker 1: is not so sweet as coming days. Then first I
• 2:15:42
  Speaker 1: saw that he had turned, his feet had turned from me,
• 2:15:45
  Speaker 1: his face, running and flying miles and miles he went,
• 2:15:50
  Speaker 1: but once looked back to Beckon with his hand and cry,
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  Speaker 1: come home, O love, from banishment, Come to the distant land.
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  Speaker 1: That night destroyed me like an avalanche. One night turned
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  Speaker 1: all my summer back to snow. Next morning, not a
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  Speaker 1: bird upon my branch. Not a lamb woke below. No bird,
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  Speaker 1: no lamb, no living breathing thing. No squirrels scampered on
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  Speaker 1: my breezy lawn. No mouse lodged by his hoard. All
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  Speaker 1: joys took wing and fled. Before that dawn, azure and
• 2:16:25
  Speaker 1: sun were starved from heaven above. No dew had fallen,
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  Speaker 1: but biting frost lay hoar, O love. I knew that
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  Speaker 1: I should meet my love, should find my love. No more,
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  Speaker 1: my love, no more, I muttered, stunned with pain, I
• 2:16:42
  Speaker 1: shed no tear. I wrung no passionate hand till something whispered,
• 2:16:47
  Speaker 1: you shall meet again, meet in a distant land. Then
• 2:16:52
  Speaker 1: with a cry like famine, I arose. I lit my candle,
• 2:16:55
  Speaker 1: searched from room to room, searched up and down. A
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  Speaker 1: war of winds, froze swept through the blank of gloom.
• 2:17:03
  Speaker 1: I searched day after day, night after night, scant change
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  Speaker 1: there came to me of night or day no more.
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  Speaker 1: I wailed no more, and trimmed my light and gnashed,
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  Speaker 1: but did not pray until my heart broke and my
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  Speaker 1: spirit broke. Upon the frost bound floor, I stumbled, fell,
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  Speaker 1: and moaned, it is enough. Withhold the stroke. Farewell, O love, farewell.
• 2:17:32
  Speaker 1: Then life swooned from me, and I heard the song
• 2:17:35
  Speaker 1: of spheres and spirits rejoicing over me. One cried, our sister,
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  Speaker 1: she hath suffered long. One answered, make her see. One cried, Oh,
• 2:17:48
  Speaker 1: blessed she who no more pain, who no more disappointment,
• 2:17:52
  Speaker 1: shall receive. One answered, not, so, she must live again.
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  Speaker 1: Strengthen thou her to live. So, while I lay entranced,
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  Speaker 1: a curtain seemed to shrivel with crackling from before my face.
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  Speaker 1: Across mine eyes, a certain waxing radiance beamed and showed
• 2:18:11
  Speaker 1: a certain place. I saw a vision of a woman
• 2:18:16
  Speaker 1: where night and new mornings strive for domination. Incomparably pale
• 2:18:21
  Speaker 1: and almost fair and sad beyond expression. Her eyes were
• 2:18:26
  Speaker 1: like some fire and shrining gem were stately like the stars,
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  Speaker 1: and yet were tender. Her figure charmed me like a
• 2:18:34
  Speaker 1: windy stem, quivering and drooped and slender. I stood upon
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  Speaker 1: the outer barren ground. She stood on inner ground that
• 2:18:43
  Speaker 1: budded flowers, while circling in their never slackening round, danced
• 2:18:47
  Speaker 1: by the mystic hours. But every flower was lifted on
• 2:18:52
  Speaker 1: a thorn, and every thorn shot upright from its sand
• 2:18:55
  Speaker 1: to gall her feet. Hoarse laughter pealed in scorn with
• 2:18:59
  Speaker 1: cruel clapping hands. She bled and wept, yet did not shrink.
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  Speaker 1: Her strength was strung up until daybreak of delight. She
• 2:19:09
  Speaker 1: measured measureless sorrow toward its length and breadth, and depth
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  Speaker 1: and height. Then marked I how a chain sustained her
• 2:19:18
  Speaker 1: form a chain of living lynx, not made nor riven.
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  Speaker 1: It stretched. Sheer up through lightning, wind and storm, and
• 2:19:26
  Speaker 1: anchored fast in heaven. One cried, how long, yet founded
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  Speaker 1: on the rock, she shall do battle, suffer, and attain.
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  Speaker 1: One answered faith. Quakes in the tempest shock strengthen her soul. Again.
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  Speaker 1: I saw a cup sent down and come to her
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  Speaker 1: brimful of loathing and of bitterness. She drank with livid
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  Speaker 1: lips that seemed to stir the depth, not make it less.
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  Speaker 1: But as she drank, I spied a hand distill new
• 2:19:58
  Speaker 1: wine and virgin honey, making it first bitter sweet, then
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  Speaker 1: sweet indeed, until she tasted only sweet. Her lips and
• 2:20:07
  Speaker 1: cheeks waxed, rosy, fresh and young. Drinking, she sang, my
• 2:20:12
  Speaker 1: soul shall nothing want, and drank anew while soft. A
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  Speaker 1: song was sung, a mystical slow chant. One cried, the
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  Speaker 1: wounds are faithful of a friend. The wilderness shall blossom
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  Speaker 1: as a rose. One answered, rend the veil, declare the end,
• 2:20:32
  Speaker 1: strengthen her ere she goes. Then Earth and heaven were
• 2:20:36
  Speaker 1: rolled up like a scroll. Time and space, change and
• 2:20:40
  Speaker 1: death had passed away, weight, number, measure, each had reached
• 2:20:44
  Speaker 1: its whole. The day had come. That day multitudes, multitude
• 2:20:51
  Speaker 1: stood up in bliss, made equal to the angels, glorious fair,
• 2:20:57
  Speaker 1: with harps, palms, wedding garments, kiss of peace, and crowned
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  Speaker 1: and haloed hair. They sang a song, a new song,
• 2:21:05
  Speaker 1: in the height, harping with harps to him who was
• 2:21:08
  Speaker 1: strong and true. They drank new wine. Their eyes saw
• 2:21:12
  Speaker 1: with new light lo all things were made new tear
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  Speaker 1: beyond tear. They rose and rose, and rose so high
• 2:21:21
  Speaker 1: that it was dreadful. Flames with flames, no man could
• 2:21:25
  Speaker 1: number them, no tongue disclose their secret sacred names. As
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  Speaker 1: though one pulse stirred all, one rush of blood fed all,
• 2:21:34
  Speaker 1: one breath, swept through their myriad voiced. They struck their harps,
• 2:21:38
  Speaker 1: cast down their crowns. They stood and worshiped and rejoiced.
• 2:21:43
  Speaker 1: Each face looked one way, like a moon new lit.
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  Speaker 1: Each face looked one way towards its sun of love,
• 2:21:50
  Speaker 1: drank love, and bathed in love, and mirrored it, and
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  Speaker 1: knew no end thereof glory touched glory on each blessed head,
• 2:21:58
  Speaker 1: hands locked, dear hands, never to sunder more. These were
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  Speaker 1: the new begotten from the dead, whom the great birthday bore.
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  Speaker 1: Heart answered, heart, soul answered soul at rest, double against
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  Speaker 1: each other, filled, sufficed, all, loving, loved of all, but loving,
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  Speaker 1: best and best beloved of Christ. I saw that one
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  Speaker 1: who lost her love and pain, who trod on thorns,
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  Speaker 1: who drank the loathsome cup, the lost in night in
• 2:22:28
  Speaker 1: day was found again, the fallen was lifted up. They
• 2:22:32
  Speaker 1: stood together in the blessed noon. They sang together through
• 2:22:35
  Speaker 1: the length of days, each loving face bent sunwards like
• 2:22:39
  Speaker 1: a moon new lit with love and praise. Therefore, O
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  Speaker 1: friend I would not if I might rebuild my house
• 2:22:47
  Speaker 1: of lies, wherein I joyed one time to dwell. My
• 2:22:51
  Speaker 1: soul shall walk in white, cast down but not destroyed. Therefore,
• 2:22:56
  Speaker 1: in patience I possess my soul. Yea, there as a flint.
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  Speaker 1: I set my face to pluck down, to build up
• 2:23:04
  Speaker 1: again the whole. But in a distant place. These thorns
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  Speaker 1: are sharp, yet I can tread on them. This cup
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  Speaker 1: is loathsome, yet he makes it sweet. My face is
• 2:23:16
  Speaker 1: steadfast toward Jerusalem. My heart remembers it. I lift the
• 2:23:22
  Speaker 1: hanging hands, the feeble knees. I precious more than seven
• 2:23:27
  Speaker 1: times molten gold, until the day when from his storehouses
• 2:23:31
  Speaker 1: God shall bring new and old beauty for ashes, oil
• 2:23:35
  Speaker 1: of joy for grief, garment of praise for spirit of heaviness.
• 2:23:40
  Speaker 1: Although to day I fade as doth a leaf. I
• 2:23:43
  Speaker 1: languish and grow less. Although to day he prunes my
• 2:23:47
  Speaker 1: twigs with pain, Yet doth his blood nourish and warm
• 2:23:51
  Speaker 1: my root? Tomorrow I shall put forth buds again and
• 2:23:55
  Speaker 1: clothe myself with fruit. Although to day I walk in
• 2:23:59
  Speaker 1: tedious ways, to day his staff is turned to a rod.
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  Speaker 1: Yet will I wait for him the appointed days and
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  Speaker 1: stay upon my God. End of section sixty Section sixty
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Old and
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  Speaker 1: New Year ditties. One New Year met me somewhat sad.
• 2:24:34
  Speaker 1: Old Year leaves me tired, stripped of favorite things I
• 2:24:38
  Speaker 1: had balked of much desired. Yet farther on my road
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  Speaker 1: to day God, willing farther on my way, New Year,
• 2:24:49
  Speaker 1: coming on apace. What have you to give me? Bring
• 2:24:52
  Speaker 1: you scathe or bring you grace. Face me with an
• 2:24:55
  Speaker 1: honest face. You shall not deceive me. Be it good,
• 2:25:00
  Speaker 1: good or ill. Be it what you will it need
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  Speaker 1: shall help me on my road, my rugged way to heaven.
• 2:25:07
  Speaker 1: Please God, two watch with me. Men, women and children,
• 2:25:15
  Speaker 1: Dear you, whom I love, for whom I hope and fear,
• 2:25:19
  Speaker 1: watch with me this last vigil of the year. Some
• 2:25:23
  Speaker 1: hug their business, some their pleasure scheme. Some seize the
• 2:25:27
  Speaker 1: vacant hour to sleep or dream heart locked in heart.
• 2:25:32
  Speaker 1: Some kneel and watch apart. Watch with me, blessed spirits
• 2:25:37
  Speaker 1: who delight all through the holy night to walk in white,
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  Speaker 1: or take your ease after the long drawn fight I
• 2:25:45
  Speaker 1: know not if they watch with me. I know they
• 2:25:48
  Speaker 1: count this eve of resurrection slow and cry how long
• 2:25:53
  Speaker 1: with urgent utterance? Strong watch with me Jesus in my loneliness.
• 2:25:59
  Speaker 1: Though others say me nay, yet say thou yes. Though
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  Speaker 1: others pass me by, stop thou to bless yea thou
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  Speaker 1: dost stop with me this vigil night to night of
• 2:26:13
  Speaker 1: pain to morrow of delight. I love am thine, Thou Lord,
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  Speaker 1: my God. Art mine three passing away saith the world
• 2:26:26
  Speaker 1: passing away, chances, beauty and youth sapt day by day.
• 2:26:32
  Speaker 1: Thy life never continueth in one's stay is the eye
• 2:26:37
  Speaker 1: waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to gray. That
• 2:26:40
  Speaker 1: hath one neither laurel nor bay. I shall clothe myself
• 2:26:45
  Speaker 1: in spring and bud in may Thou root stricken, shalt
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  Speaker 1: not rebuild thy decay on my bosom. For aye? Then
• 2:26:54
  Speaker 1: I answered, YEA passing away saith my soul, passing away,
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  Speaker 1: with its burden of fear and hope of labor and play.
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  Speaker 1: Hearken what the past doth witness, and say, rust in
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  Speaker 1: thy gold, A moth is in thine array, a canker
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  Speaker 1: is in thy bud. Thy leaf must decay at midnight
• 2:27:18
  Speaker 1: at cock crow at morning one certain day, Lo, the
• 2:27:23
  Speaker 1: bridegroom shall come and shall not delay. Watch thou and pray.
• 2:27:28
  Speaker 1: Then I answered, yea passing away, saith my God, passing away.
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  Speaker 1: Winter passeth after the long delay, new grapes on the vine,
• 2:27:41
  Speaker 1: new figs on the tender spray, turtle, calleth turtle in
• 2:27:46
  Speaker 1: Heaven's may. Though I tarry, wait for me, trust me,
• 2:27:51
  Speaker 1: watch and pray, arise, come away. Nights past, and Lo
• 2:27:58
  Speaker 1: it is day, my love, my sister, my spouse. Thou
• 2:28:03
  Speaker 1: shalt hear me say? Then I answered yea end of
• 2:28:10
  Speaker 1: section sixty one section sixty two of Goblin Market and
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  Speaker 1: other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Amen, it is over. What is over? Nay,
• 2:28:34
  Speaker 1: how much is over? Truly? Harvest days we toiled to
• 2:28:38
  Speaker 1: sow for now the sheaves are gathered newly. Now the
• 2:28:42
  Speaker 1: wheat is garnered duly. It is finished. What is finished.
• 2:28:49
  Speaker 1: Much is finished, known or unknown lives are finished. Time diminished?
• 2:28:55
  Speaker 1: Was the fallow field left unsown? Will these buds be
• 2:28:59
  Speaker 1: always unblown? It suffices? What suffices, All suffices reckoned rightly
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  Speaker 1: spring shall bloom. Where now the ice is roses make
• 2:29:13
  Speaker 1: the bramble slightly, and the quickening sun shine brightly, and
• 2:29:18
  Speaker 1: the latter wind blow lightly, and my garden team with spices.
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  Speaker 1: End of section sixty two Section sixty three of Goblin
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  Speaker 1: Market and Other poems by Christina Rosetti. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Mother Country, Oh, what is
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  Speaker 1: that country? And where can it be? Not mine own country?
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  Speaker 1: But dear far to me, yet mine own country? If
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  Speaker 1: I one day may see its spices and cedars, its
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  Speaker 1: gold and ivory. As I lie dreaming it rises that
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  Speaker 1: land there rises before me, its green, golden strand, with
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  Speaker 1: the bowing cedars and the shining sand. It sparkles and
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  Speaker 1: flashes like a shaken brand. Do angels lean nearer while
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  Speaker 1: I lie and long? I see their soft plumage and
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  Speaker 1: catch their windy song, like the rise of a high tide,
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  Speaker 1: sweeping full and strong. I mark the outskirts of their
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  Speaker 1: reverend throng. Oh, what is a king here? Or what
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  Speaker 1: is a bore here? All starve together, all dwarfed and poor.
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  Speaker 1: Here Death's hand knocketh that door after door he thins
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  Speaker 1: the dancers from the festal floor, or what is a
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  Speaker 1: handmaid or what is a queen? All must lie down together,
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  Speaker 1: where the turf is green, the foulest face hidden, the
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  Speaker 1: fairest not seen, gone as if never they had breathed
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  Speaker 1: or been gone from sweet sunshine underneath the sod turned
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  Speaker 1: from warm flesh and blood to senseless clod, gone, as
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  Speaker 1: if never they had toiled or trod, Gone out of
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  Speaker 1: sight of all except our God, shut into silence, from
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  Speaker 1: the accustomed song, Shut into solitude from all Earth's throng,
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  Speaker 1: run down though swift of foot, thrust down thoe strong.
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  Speaker 1: Life made an end of seemed it short or long?
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  Speaker 1: Life made an end of life, but just begun, life
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  Speaker 1: finished yesterday, its last sand run life new born with
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  Speaker 1: the morrow, fresh as the sun. While done is done
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  Speaker 1: for ever, undone, undone. And if that life is life,
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  Speaker 1: this is but a breath, the passage of a dream,
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  Speaker 1: and the shadow of death, but a vain shadow, if
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  Speaker 1: one considereth vanity of vanities, as the preacher saith. End
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  Speaker 1: of section sixty three. End of Goblin Market and other
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  Speaker 1: poems by Christina Rosetti, read by Elisabeth Klett in January
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  Speaker 1: two thousand thirteen