 Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence August 3, 2008, in Brampton, Ontario From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk into the western sky It beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with griding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Ernst Batinama August 4, 2008, Amsterdam, the Netherlands From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with griding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with griding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with griding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with griding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Secrets From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with grinding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Cedro Baldelli in Rome, August 2008 From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with a grinding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out of the stars and the great night comes on. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Stuart Bell, Cambridge UK From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with a grinding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus, one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Evening by Archibald Lampman Red for LibriVox.org by Veranwheel From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowling, great-chested, down the homered trail by dusking fields and meadows shining pale with moon-tipped dandelions, flickering high a peevish night-hawk in the western sky beats up into the lucent solitudes or drops with grinding wing, the stilly woods grow dark and deep and gloom mysteriously, cool night winds creep and whisper in my near, the homey cricket gossips at my feet. From far off pools and wastes of wreaths I hear clear and soft piped the chanting frogs break sweet in full pandian chorus one by one shine out the stars and the great night comes on. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.