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Selected Poems-Marion Cummings · The Sun Also Rises

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  Speaker 1: Section one of selected poems. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
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  Speaker 1: Selected poems by Marian Cummings Prescience, read by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: When Mary, maid of Galilee, arose from dreams at break
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  Speaker 1: of morn along the dewy fields, when she her picture
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  Speaker 1: to the fountain born, and as she walked the meadows green,
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  Speaker 1: the tender lilies white I ween from slender swaying stalks,
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  Speaker 1: did lean as they her step would stay. They fain
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  Speaker 1: would touch the lilies queen, who was more white than they.
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  Speaker 1: As at the brink she sat to rest, I trow
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  Speaker 1: one bolder blossom prest against the lilies of her breast,
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  Speaker 1: with subtle, fragrant stole into her heart mysteriously dim sense
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  Speaker 1: of awe, faint ecstasy caught from the dawn divine to
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  Speaker 1: be did stir her wondering soul, caught from the mystic morn,
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  Speaker 1: when she should hear the angel's hail and see enunciation
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  Speaker 1: lily's glow like white stars through the gloom she plucked
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  Speaker 1: and kissed. Nor did she know wherefull a lily bloom.
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  Speaker 1: When Mary Flower of maidenhood would lay her down at
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  Speaker 1: close of day first in her chamber, dim she stood
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  Speaker 1: and bowed her gentle heart to pray. She heard soft
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  Speaker 1: lapsing lullabies from Alailee's dark sea a eyes, she saw
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  Speaker 1: the purple Syrian skies as to the night leaned she
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  Speaker 1: all heaven unrolled before her eyes, a radiant mystery. The
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  Speaker 1: wind was soft as angel's wings, sweet as the spicery
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  Speaker 1: of the King's who. For her sake, afar did wake
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  Speaker 1: the starry sister seven did weave I ween with many
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  Speaker 1: a gamb a star encircled diadem against the Knight of Bethlehem,
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  Speaker 1: to crown her queen of Heaven. The night when Heaven
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  Speaker 1: should hope to see the baby on his mother's knee,
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  Speaker 1: she felt sweet, wonder thrill. Afar her seemed she dreamed awake.
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  Speaker 1: She cried aloud the star, the star, Nor need you
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  Speaker 1: whereof she spake? End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain San Francisco Andata by Marian Cummings read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist. As some wrapped
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  Speaker 1: sculptor works in haste to free his dream of beauty
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  Speaker 1: from the rock's rough holed, seeing the spirit struggle through
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  Speaker 1: the cold, inertness of the stone so eagerly from that
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  Speaker 1: marred molten ruined by the sea. Day after day, with
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  Speaker 1: strokes a millionfold, they cut and carved beside the gates
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  Speaker 1: of gold. The city beautiful that is to be see now,
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  Speaker 1: the sea blown hair, the tauntless brow, the breathing bosom, bright,
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  Speaker 1: a generous hand. What though about her feet ruin and wrong,
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  Speaker 1: still cling and coil to stay her going. Now the
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  Speaker 1: workers will not weary till she stand again a queen, free,
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  Speaker 1: beautiful and strong. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Shower of Gold by Marian Cummings
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  Speaker 1: read vlibrivos dot org. When yougate, novelist, all afternoon beside
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  Speaker 1: a stream green bordered, I fled with the noise and
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  Speaker 1: heat of blazing day. Gray rock walls rose with fern lace,
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  Speaker 1: fair embroidered silence, and shadow held their easeful sway through
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  Speaker 1: the those trees. There fell no sun ray, gleaming in
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  Speaker 1: twilight green. The streamlet slumbered there, and I had on
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  Speaker 1: a mossy coucher, dreaming with silver lilies, in her shadowy hair.
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  Speaker 1: But as the westering day waned slow to even where
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  Speaker 1: jealous trees less careful guard, sudden there fell a shaft
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  Speaker 1: of light from heaven, and down the shaft a rain
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  Speaker 1: of molten gold. The cold stream flashed to tremulous fire.
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  Speaker 1: The golden beam kiss'd the dreaming wave to ecstasy. I
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  Speaker 1: knew the shining shower of fables olden great Jove upon
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  Speaker 1: the breast of Danaee Tucson, Arizona. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. An Hour of Idleness
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  Speaker 1: by Marian Cummings and Philibrivox dot Org Ben Yougate novelist
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  Speaker 1: Summer in the Santa Cruz Mountains, Till lie here, prone, relaxed,
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  Speaker 1: wholly at rest on Earth's warm mother breast, So close
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  Speaker 1: you almost hear the rhythmic beat, so close you almost
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  Speaker 1: feel the stir and start of a life's full tide
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  Speaker 1: that pulses from her heart. Is it not sweet? Rest
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  Speaker 1: for the weary feet that long have trod far from
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  Speaker 1: the living sword, Rest for the weary brain with a
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  Speaker 1: life's insistent problems. Ever vexed and ah sir cease thrice
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  Speaker 1: blest for the tired heart faint with the overstrain of
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  Speaker 1: passion and of pain. Prest just to lie quietly and
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  Speaker 1: half a dream, without a thought or care to listen drowsily,
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  Speaker 1: to view from half shut eyes. The painted wood enshadowed
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  Speaker 1: or agleam so lies a babe against the bosom fair
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  Speaker 1: that nourishes now lists the lullabies with lowered lids, now
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  Speaker 1: slowly dolf up rays its long, still wandering gaze unto
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  Speaker 1: the heaven of its mother's eyes. The brake fern's tender
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  Speaker 1: grace droops lightly on my face, far far above a
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  Speaker 1: bit of heaven's a lean. The dusky redwood's columned bowls
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  Speaker 1: between the redwood branches crossed their dark lined pattern's trace
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  Speaker 1: across its perfect blue and now again, oh, softly breathe,
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  Speaker 1: I see across yon leafy path that winds the wood,
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  Speaker 1: a shy brown mother quail comes forth to lead her
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  Speaker 1: pretty brood alas the alien meets her, startled ken and
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  Speaker 1: a loo in an eyes twinkling. Every one has disappeared,
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  Speaker 1: has gone, has turned a crumpled leaf, all still again. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: my woodland, babes, I see you feed. I know the
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  Speaker 1: lore of fairies on fern seed all still again, That
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  Speaker 1: little fir tree there still keeps at every tender tip
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  Speaker 1: a light, the pale green flame of spring upon it,
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  Speaker 1: bright dappling the dusky green, the yellow flecks of sunshine
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  Speaker 1: flicker fair. And there above, between the woven laces of
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  Speaker 1: the redwood screen, the God of Day sends one long
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  Speaker 1: golden dart to find the fragrant Laurel's hidden heart. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: bold Apollo, your wooing's all in vain. You'll never find
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  Speaker 1: your dainty dafhne. Now yet here's a wreath to bind
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  Speaker 1: your bow and brow, as fair as any on her
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  Speaker 1: Lyss's plain. Hear how that dove's sweet moan from yon
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  Speaker 1: deep dell melts goldenly in seas of circling calm. This
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  Speaker 1: is no silence of the void death, dumb, but murmurus
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  Speaker 1: of life, as is the shell of ocean surge, a
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  Speaker 1: dreary interlude of life's triumphant psalm. Where one may hear
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  Speaker 1: the trees a grow, the hum of all those wings, invisible,
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  Speaker 1: ephemeral creatures of life's lightest mood, momently poured upon the
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  Speaker 1: passing hour. All feeling floats upon its rhythms subdued. And
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  Speaker 1: see there in the midst a wider space. A tiny
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  Speaker 1: gleaming cloud doth lightly float a fairy boat, a sail
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  Speaker 1: from those far treasure islands. Lost our wondering childhood knew
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  Speaker 1: only to lie, and lie steeped in the golden hush
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  Speaker 1: of afternoon, lapped thus deliciously in lotus languors, sweet and soft,
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  Speaker 1: caressing calms. I hear a little stream, far hidden croon
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  Speaker 1: as to itself, low lapsing lullabies. Sudden a wandering wind
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  Speaker 1: runs lightly by. The gnarled white oak waves her wrinkled palms.
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  Speaker 1: The laurel thicket whispers low surprise. The pine tree sighs
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  Speaker 1: and drops her odorous balms. The murmurous redwoods call from
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  Speaker 1: hill to hill. Madronio bright replies a moment, shakes her
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  Speaker 1: coral boughs, and all her broad green garments rustle and
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  Speaker 1: are still silence again. And there on yonder tree, a
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  Speaker 1: frisky squirrel, just about to sup stands statue still, a
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  Speaker 1: slender acorn cup still held aloft in one brown hand.
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  Speaker 1: And now a flurry of falling leaves. And suddenly a
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  Speaker 1: blue jay drops upon a nearby bough, flaunts his fine
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  Speaker 1: crest and cors his beady eye flirts his til, then
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  Speaker 1: chides with raucous throat whilt shipmunk frisking nigh stops and
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  Speaker 1: derides in shrill staccatto note. Thought closes softly as a
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  Speaker 1: folding flower rock mother Earth, on thy warm bosom, deep
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  Speaker 1: rock Me to sleep, to sleep, Tucson, Arizona. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Chant Royal by
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  Speaker 1: Marian Cummings read for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Great Spring comes singing upward from the south, now wheels
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  Speaker 1: the year into the lengthening light. Now from the south
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  Speaker 1: on weariless swift wing for birds in migrant millions take
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  Speaker 1: their flight A thousand forests, greenly fluttering upon the wind.
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  Speaker 1: Their leafy banners throw a thousand valleys brim with rosy
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  Speaker 1: snow of blossomed orchards, and the lambs astray upon a
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  Speaker 1: thousand velvet hillsides play far runs the fresh green o'er
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  Speaker 1: the furrowed plain, with lifted brows and glorious array. Great
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  Speaker 1: spring comes singing from the south again, A golden girdle
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  Speaker 1: round the world runs bright, a million flowers set the
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  Speaker 1: jewel ring from California's yellow fields be dight with poppies,
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  Speaker 1: to the woods where wakening pale from the latter snows,
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  Speaker 1: may flowers show, and overseas in English fields, I know
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  Speaker 1: the primrose peeps and April moves to May through hawthorn
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  Speaker 1: hedges white as driven spray, and to the grassy meads
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  Speaker 1: beside the sand, where purple flurdily their flags display. Great
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  Speaker 1: spring comes singing from the south again. In Italy, the
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  Speaker 1: orange blossoms white, and myrtles pale as stars of morning,
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  Speaker 1: fling their wind blown perfumes for the bride's delight to
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  Speaker 1: ruined shafts. The vine's new tendrils cling now. Daffodils on
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  Speaker 1: plains of enna grow and fair. In hebronze veil, the
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  Speaker 1: lilies blow afar, the buble sings all night. Is Lay,
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  Speaker 1: where the rose gardens of Shiras are gay and beautiful.
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  Speaker 1: Are India's rivers. When lighting the lotus flower's silver ray,
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  Speaker 1: great spring comes singing from the south again. Hold is
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  Speaker 1: her song. When young was Egypt's might, and all the
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  Speaker 1: land bowed to the Memphian king, maidens and youths with
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  Speaker 1: joyous mystic right yearly to rah their offerings did bring.
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  Speaker 1: They sang to see great Nilus overflow, when spring went
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  Speaker 1: by three thousand years ago, when all our cities are
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  Speaker 1: but mounded clay, and a strange race shall toil and
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  Speaker 1: weep and pray as we to day, So shall those
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  Speaker 1: weary men see the young leaves and shout for joy,
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  Speaker 1: and say, great spring comes singing from the south again.
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  Speaker 1: There are who ever sing, how from our sight stark
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  Speaker 1: winter covers every shining spring, And how the years with
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  Speaker 1: iron fingers smite to dust and ashes every lovely thing.
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  Speaker 1: And death is lord of life. But deep I trow.
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  Speaker 1: The tides of life are full. Life's glories glow beneath
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  Speaker 1: a dusty mantle of decay. And though the bitter storms
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  Speaker 1: may wail alway, soft south winds breathe again sweet refrain,
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  Speaker 1: and to a world of ruined beauty. Aye, great spring
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  Speaker 1: comes singing from the south again. Oh ye whose hearts
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  Speaker 1: are bowed neath sorrow's sway, know ye that sorrowing shall
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  Speaker 1: pass away, Hope from despair shall bloom joy out of pain.
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  Speaker 1: And this the token through the world to day. Great
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  Speaker 1: Spring comes singing from the South gan end of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Villain Now by
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  Speaker 1: Marian Cummings read filbrivox dot org. When you get novelist
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  Speaker 1: in memoriam, Come spring your fairest flowers strew, bring rue
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  Speaker 1: and rose to grace his bed, Sweet singer of the Rose,
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  Speaker 1: and rue all wet with tears of april dew above
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  Speaker 1: his lowly lorld head. Come spring, your fairest flowers strew
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  Speaker 1: the secret of the rose he knew, bright bud or
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  Speaker 1: dying petal shed, Sweet singer of the Rose, and drew,
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  Speaker 1: and as the nightingale unto his love, from dark to morning, red,
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  Speaker 1: Come spring, your fairest flowers strew. He sang until his
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  Speaker 1: spirit grew the soul of music ravish head, Sweet singer
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  Speaker 1: of the Rose, and drew the rose. Her beauty shall
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  Speaker 1: renew her lover liath, cold and dead, Come spring for
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  Speaker 1: him your flowers strew, Sweet singer of the Rose, andrew.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Song for All Souls Eve by Marian Cummings read philibrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Newgate novelist. Far blows the blast, The
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  Speaker 1: star's pale light faints o'er the waning year outcries the
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  Speaker 1: wind it is the night the dead draw near. The
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  Speaker 1: winds are wild, and midnight tolls across a shrouded sky.
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  Speaker 1: Souls of my dead, beloved souls are ye, and I oh.
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  Speaker 1: If ye sigh upon the wind or on the air,
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  Speaker 1: do ride fly low, sweet souls, and ye shall find one.
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  Speaker 1: Heart is wide, the hearth is warm, clear burns. The
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  Speaker 1: light ye lit in days before. Souls of my dead
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  Speaker 1: pass not to night the open door. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. One Splendid Hour
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  Speaker 1: by Marian Cummings read filibrivoxtotalg when you gate novelist One
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  Speaker 1: splendid hour of wonder and delight. Great love beside us
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  Speaker 1: stayed his flaming flight. Each unto each we turned in
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  Speaker 1: swift surprise. I saw your soul awaken in your eyes.
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  Speaker 1: The empty heaven thrilled with mystic light, and the bare
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  Speaker 1: years did blossom red and white. We knew Love's rapture,
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  Speaker 1: and we owned his might. One splendid hour. Fate darkened
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  Speaker 1: even as a flower that dies. For you, it faded.
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  Speaker 1: But for me there lies deep in the casket of
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  Speaker 1: the year's a light, as in the darker hidden jewel, bright,
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  Speaker 1: a blood red ruby, per just with a price, One
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  Speaker 1: splendid hour. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. April Twilight by Marian Cummings read philibrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Newgate novelist. How soft the shade is gathering
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  Speaker 1: between the day and night. A late lark cannot cease
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  Speaker 1: to sing, an early star is white. One song still
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  Speaker 1: sweet along the land. One a light in heaven above
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  Speaker 1: the spring that cannot cease to sing, the star of love.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Question by Marian Cummings read lebrivostottalg When You Gate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: When on the starry skies, I gaze or count the
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  Speaker 1: tale of time gone by? With fear, I tremble and amaze,
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  Speaker 1: so brief, so frail A thing am I? Yet in
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  Speaker 1: this little brain is wrought the glittering web of time
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  Speaker 1: and space, And in the compass of a thought the
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  Speaker 1: rolling worlds have place in Vain. I seek the sages
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  Speaker 1: all in Vain. I question Earth and sky. I am
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  Speaker 1: so great, I am so small? Oh God, what thing
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  Speaker 1: am I? End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Ballad of the Golden Poppy by Marian Cummings
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  Speaker 1: read Philibrivox dot Org Banugate novelist. Here's to the gladdest
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  Speaker 1: flower a blow. Here's to the gold of the poppy. Gay.
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  Speaker 1: Now is the spring of the year, And alow spring
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  Speaker 1: hath spread her a shining way, wide and wider from
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  Speaker 1: March to May, prouder far than the king of old,
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  Speaker 1: springhold's court, and the land to day throned in the
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  Speaker 1: field of the cloth of gold. Hills of Berkeley are
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  Speaker 1: all aglow gold, are the fields of San Jose, far
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  Speaker 1: through the Vale of Paharo, with eyes that dazzle the
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  Speaker 1: children play over the shores of Monterey, glorious wave on wave, unrolled,
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  Speaker 1: bright by the curve of the sapphire bay lieth the
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  Speaker 1: field of the cloth of gold. Rose and lily are fair,
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  Speaker 1: I know, and the violet shunning the sun God's ray.
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  Speaker 1: Fern and bell by the streamlets flow are fair. But
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  Speaker 1: the poppy is best, I say, woven gold of the
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  Speaker 1: heart of day, glory on glory a millionfold. And here's
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  Speaker 1: to the land where spring holds sway fair in the
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  Speaker 1: field of the cloth of gold, Ye who walk where
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  Speaker 1: the skies are gray, Ye who linger in lands are
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  Speaker 1: cold come where spring by a sapphire bay walks in
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  Speaker 1: the field of the cloth of gold. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. San Xavier by
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  Speaker 1: Marian coming Butt for LibriVox dot Org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 1: The mission of San Xavier del Bac, near Tucson, Arizona,
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  Speaker 1: was founded by Spanish priests about sixteen eighty seven, Where
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  Speaker 1: buried rivers mock the burning sands. Through trackless wastes of desert,
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  Speaker 1: dread and vast, they came, whose feet were first in
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  Speaker 1: unknown lands. They stayed their weary wandering. Here at last
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  Speaker 1: they came, who counted earthly gain as loss. They raised
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  Speaker 1: the old world altar in the new around the banner
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  Speaker 1: of the lifted cross. From far and wide the red
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  Speaker 1: men wandering drew. They burned them bricks from out the
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  Speaker 1: desert clay. They had no quarried stone, nor marble white.
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  Speaker 1: They taught the peaceful Pima day by day, the fiercer
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  Speaker 1: terrified the night. They made them bricks of desert sand.
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  Speaker 1: They brought the beamed oak afar year after year, Still patiently,
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  Speaker 1: the gray gowned brothers sought to make the old world
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  Speaker 1: beauty blossom here beneath their hands. The desert clay took
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  Speaker 1: mold of Moorish arch and Moorish tower. Fair from mountain mines,
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  Speaker 1: they brought the virgin gold. With beaten gold, they made
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  Speaker 1: the altar there. I think at even eyes that dreamed
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  Speaker 1: of Spain turned wistfully across the trackless sand, as from
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  Speaker 1: an island in the midmost main, a shipwrecked sailor yearns
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  Speaker 1: for native land. Did any echo reach them from afar, borne,
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  Speaker 1: over vale and plain and mountain crest, to tell how
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  Speaker 1: in the tree avel panes of war the New World
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  Speaker 1: bore a nation to the west. For him, the high
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  Speaker 1: of heart and strong of limb, her bosom, with the
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  Speaker 1: milk of plenty, fills her wheat upon a thousand plains,
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  Speaker 1: for him, for him her cattle on a thousand hills,
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  Speaker 1: And not for Spain, for all her splendid dreams, though
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  Speaker 1: first her ships were on the silent bays, though first
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  Speaker 1: for her the new world's treasure streams, and at her
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  Speaker 1: shrine the simple Indian praise, And not for thee O
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  Speaker 1: thou wild wanderer, dark daughter of her youth, whose feet
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  Speaker 1: were free upon her hills in all the days that
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  Speaker 1: were before the white Man's star rose from the sea.
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  Speaker 1: Here at this shrine they bowed with faces mild they knew,
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  Speaker 1: no prescient of coming loss. The son of Spain, America's
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  Speaker 1: first child, together in the shadow of the cross. Now
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  Speaker 1: from his hills the Indian is gone. The eager white
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  Speaker 1: man works his will to day. The tides of trade
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  Speaker 1: are high, where old Tucson cowered close behind her walls
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  Speaker 1: of sun baked clay. Along the reaches of the silent land,
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  Speaker 1: the throbbing arteries of commerce beat, And where the fathers
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  Speaker 1: knelt so scanter a band. From sea to sea, men gather'd,
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  Speaker 1: mix and meet. The old things pass. Only the meser
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  Speaker 1: keeps the olden light when waning afternoon. Along the purple
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  Speaker 1: Catalina's sleeps till Santa Rita's roses blossom soon. And at
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  Speaker 1: one shrine of ancient memories, the pastor lives on, from
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  Speaker 1: dreaming year to year. They whisper still the vanished centuries
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  Speaker 1: upon the vesper bells of San Javier. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Shuttle Song by
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  Speaker 1: Marian Cummings read for the Brivos dot Org by Newgate novelist,
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  Speaker 1: as a weaver's shuttle to and fro. The days come,
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  Speaker 1: and the days go faster and faster the shuttles run.
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  Speaker 1: Now what shall be woven? When the web is done?
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  Speaker 1: You shall have a shroud for life that's done, and
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  Speaker 1: a birth robe for life be gone. Be the thread dark,
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  Speaker 1: or be the thread fair, stain of passion, or white
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  Speaker 1: of prayer. When the shuttles are still and the last
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  Speaker 1: thread run, you shall wear it beyond the sun. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Here
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  Speaker 1: on the Cliff's Green Edge by Marian Cummings read philibrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. When you get novelist, Here on the cliff's
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  Speaker 1: green edge, I lie and set my spirit free between
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  Speaker 1: the azure of the sky, the sapphire of the sea,
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  Speaker 1: Oh endless blue, Oh Dame most fair, Now restless waters sleep.
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  Speaker 1: My soul dissolves upon the air and floats upon the
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  Speaker 1: deep with the yonder shining cloud. I pass with yonder girl,
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  Speaker 1: I fly. I am the flower in the grass. I
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  Speaker 1: am the sea and sky. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Yesterday a Dream Died by
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  Speaker 1: Marian Cummings Read Philbrivox dot org when you get novelist.
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  Speaker 1: Yesterday a dream died, the dearest dream of all. I
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  Speaker 1: turned my hope to memory and made it for a
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  Speaker 1: poll in the world about me. Not a sign to mark.
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  Speaker 1: Yesterday a dream died, and all my soul is dark.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recallding is in the public domain
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  Speaker 1: and and of selected poems by Marian Cummings. Thank you
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  Speaker 1: for listening.