 The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by LGPug Ah, the cool silence to the shaded hours, the scent and colour of the jungle flowers. There are one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber, perfect lines, and centred with champer flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far, to another breast, his whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed, when fate was gentle to me, for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only inns on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Bruce Gachuk Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber, perfect lines, and centred with champer flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed, when fate was gentle to me, for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are on the ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Caitlin Buckley The cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber, perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed, when fate was gentle to me, for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Craig Franklin Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed, when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Chad Warner from Liverpool Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and colour of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins with my lips caressed. When fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour there is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by David Lawrence Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast whose whiteness breaks to the rows of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Newgate Novelist The cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Graham Scott, Cheltenham, England. GrahamScottAudio.com Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caressed when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Joseph Campbell. Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scent and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caress when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Lawrence Hope RedRolibbyVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scented color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caress when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Laurence Hope read for LibriVox.org by Lynette Calkins. Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scented and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caress when fate was gentle to me for a too brief hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends of the road. And of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Laurence Hope read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf. Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scented and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind, the azure veins that my lips caress when fate was gentle to me for too brief an hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. In the poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Jungle Flower by Laurence Hope read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Ah, the cool silence of the shaded hours, the scented and color of the jungle flowers. Thou art one of the jungle flowers, strange and fierce and fair, palest amber, perfect lines, and scented with champa flower. Lie back and frame thy face in the gloom of thy loosened hair. Sweet thou art and loved, I loved for an hour. But thought flies far, ah, far to another breast, whose whiteness breaks to the rose of a twin pink flower, where wind the azure veins that my lips caress when fate was gentle to me for too brief an hour. There is my spirit's home and my soul's abode. The rest are only ends on the traveller's road. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.