 The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered and the honeysuckles stirred, and the airy vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their shallow grey and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. In the poem this recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson Red for LibriVox.org by Patty Cunningham August 16, 2009, Runert Park, California The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-yoke wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and the reed-beds put off their shallow grey and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. The Australian sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind and the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. The cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind and the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson The Morning Star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night, waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind and the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson Read for LibriVox.org by David Rhys-Thomas, www.davidrhysthomas.com The morning star pale slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night, waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the sheoak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Joy Easton of Southern Indiana. The morning star pale slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night, waned in the gray awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. When the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast, the king-fisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, to pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and a shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, to magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast, the king-fisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burned with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. And of bone, this recording is in the public domain. The Australian sunrise by James Lister Cutberton, read for LibriVox.org by Dana Meilinger in August 2009. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waved in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpies' note was heard, and the wind in the she-yoke wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast, the king-fisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burned with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Tom Watts. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from the ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast, the king-fisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Watts, August 19, 2009, Peachtree City, Georgia. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with a cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the sheoke wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapor rose from the river breast, the kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. The morning star pale slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrious purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the sheoke wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the ball rushes and reed beds put off their sallow grey and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Joy Chan. The morning star paled slowly, the cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb. Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the sheoke wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Australian Sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Iswa in Belgium in August 2009. The morning star paled slowly. The cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb till the sun came up from ocean, red with a cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished. The magpies note was heard, and the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow-grey and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Australian sunrise by James Lister Cuthbertson, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. The morning star paled slowly. The cross hung low to the sea, and down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free. The lustrous purple darkness of the soft Australian night waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light. Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, the pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, till the sun came up from ocean, red with cold sea mist, and smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed. Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard, and the wind in the sheoke wavered, and the honeysuckle stirred. The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast. The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, and the bullrushes and reed beds put off their shallow gray, and burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day. End of poem. This recording is