 Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, read for LibriVox.org by Anna Jean Jollo. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold from which the seeker flies. Air Dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies, of lies most palpable and cooth forlorn, that say life's full of aches and tears in size. Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise from some base which is cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies, the past which held its share of bitter pain, whose ghost we prayed that time might exorcise, comes up as lived and suffered or again. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, what phantoms fill the dimly-lit room, what ghost shades and awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teening gloom, what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit's ceaseless enterprise comes thronging through the chambers of the brain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, where ranges from the spirit far and free through strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery, to lands unspeakable beyond surmise, where shapes unknowable to being spring, till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies, much wearied with the spirit's journeying. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how questioneth the soul that other soul, the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self-exposes unto self a squirrel, full-rit with all life's acts, unwise or wise, in characters indelible and known, so trembling with the shock of sad surprise, the soul doth view its awful self alone. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, the last dear sleep whose soft embraces balm, and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm. Ah, then, no more we heed the sad world's cries, or seek to probe the eternal mystery, or fret our souls at long withheld replies, at glooms through which our visions cannot see, when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes. End of Poem. This recording is in the public domain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, read for LibriVox.org by Alex Eating. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies, and dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies, of lies most palpable on cooth forlorn. They say lives full of aches and tears and sighs, oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise, from some base which is cauldron, where the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies, the past which held its share of bitter pain, whose ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered, or again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room, what ghostly shades in awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom, what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit ceaseless enterprise, come thronging through the chambers of the brain, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, where ranges forth the spirit far and free, through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery, to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies, much wearied the spirit's journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies, but self exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise, in characters indelible and known, so trembling with the shock of sad surprise, the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, the last dear sleep whose soft embraces balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm. Ah, then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls at long withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes. End of poem. This reading is in the public domain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar, read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies. Air Dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies, of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn, that say lives full of aches and tears and sighs. Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise from some base which is cauldron when the crone, to work some potent spell, her magic plies. The past which held its share of bitter pain, whose ghost we pray that time might exorcise, comes up, is lived and suffered, or again, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room, what ghostly shades in awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom, what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit's ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, where ranges forth the spirit far and free, through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery, to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring, till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirit's journeying, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how questioneth the soul that other soul, the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self-exposes unto self, a scroll full-writ with all life's acts unwise or wise, in characters indelible and known. So, trembling with the shock of sad surprise, the soul doth view its awful self alone, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. When Sleep Comes Down to Seal the Weary Eyes, the last dear sleep whose soft embrace is balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm, ah, then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls at long withheld replies, at glooms through which our visions cannot see, when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lauren Stunbar. Read for LibriVox.org by Bob Sherman. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies. Air Dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies, of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn, that say life's full of aches and tears and sighs. Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base witch's cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies. The past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed the time might exercise comes up, is lived, and suffered, or again. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room, what ghostly shades in all creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom, what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit's ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery, to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring, till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirit's journeying. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how question at the soul, that other soul, the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise in characters indelible and known. So trembling with the shock of sad surprize the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. When sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep who soft embrace his balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm. Ah then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls at long withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. Read for Librivolts.org by Dave. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies, their dreams put on the gown and cap are filled and make the waking world a world of lies, of lies most palpable and coothed forlorn that say lives full of aches and tears and sighs, oh howl with more than dreams the soul is torn. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base which is cold from when the crone to work some potent spell her magic flies, the past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost who prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered over again. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room, what ghostly shades in all creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom, what echoes faint of sad and soul-slick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what stranger realms and unfamiliar skies tense her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond some eyes where shapes are knowable to being spring to a faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirit's journey. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes, how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self-exposes unto self a scroll full of writ with all life's acts unwise or wise in characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes. When sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep who soft embraces bar and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm are there no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls that long withheld replies it glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar read for LibreVox.org by Ernst Patinama, Amsterdam, the Netherlands Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies Air Dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and to make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable uncouth forlorn let's say lies full of aches and tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base which is cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed the time I'd exercised comes up is lived and suffered or again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades in all creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and so sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain the pay the spirits' ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tend so far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond some eyes where shapes are knowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits churning Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the innocence which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all lies, acts unwise or wise and characters indelible and known so trembling with a shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep whose soft embrace is balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm ah then no more we heed the sad words cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls that long without replies at blooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes end of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Laurence Dunbar Read for LibriVox.org by Eric Hale Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care of sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies air dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn that say life's full of aches and tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the grebes and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise from some base witches cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered or again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades and awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit ceaseless under prize come thronging through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirit's journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes onto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts on wise or wise in characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep who soft embraces balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm ah the no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls that long withheld replies and glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes end of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Laurence Dunbar read for LibriVox.org by Chessie Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seeker flies Air Dreams put on the gown and kept of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable uncoup forlorn that say lives full of aches and tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heart aches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base which is colder than when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held a chair of bitter pain whose ghost we pray that time might exorcise comes up, is lived and suffered over again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades and awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes feigned of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of wake inexplicable pain that pay the spirit ceaseless enterprise come fronting through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring till feigned of wing the fancy fails and dies much worried with the spirit's journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questionable the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self a scroll full rich with all life's acts unwise or wise and characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the Weary Eyes the last dear sleep who soft embraces form and whom sad sorrow teaches us to price for kissing all our passions into calm ah then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls that long withheld replies and gloom through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes end of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Laurence Dunbar red for LibriVox.org Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold which from the seagr flies air dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable uncouth forlorn let's say lies full of aches and tears in size oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heart aches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise from some base witch cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic lies the past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered over again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades in all creating eyes are bodied forth within the teeming loom what echoes faint of sad and soul sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirits ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes are knowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise in characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep whose soft embrace is balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passion into calm then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls at long withheld replies at glooms through which our vision cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes and of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have sought the magic gold from which the seeker flies Air Dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies most palpable uncouth for lawn that say life's full of aching tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base which is cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held its share of bitter pain the ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered over again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades in awe creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirits ceaseless enterprise through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond some eyes where shapes are knowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how question if the soul that other soul that in a sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self for scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise in characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes and who said sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm are then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret assholes along withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes End of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Laurence Dunbar read for Liberbox.org by Miriam Esther Goldman Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have sought magic gold which from the seeker flies Air Dreams Put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable uncouth for Laurence say life's full of aches and tears in size oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn when sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the grease and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise from some base witches cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up he's lived and suffered or again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades and all creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirits ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self-exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise and characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes When Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes the last dear sleep who soft embraces balm and whose sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm ah then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our souls that long withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes end of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Lawrence Dunbar read for LibriVox.org by Paul P July 8th 2009 Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have thought the magic gold from which the seeker flies air dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn that say life's full of aches and tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapors that arise for some base which is cauldron when the crone to work some potent spell her magic plies the past which held its share of bitchy eyes and bitter pain whose ghost we pray that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered or again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades in awe creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirit ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chamber of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond surmise where shapes unknowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes unto self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise if characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the Weary Eyes that last airs sleep whose soft embraces balm and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm ah then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe with eternal mystery or fret our soul at long withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the Weary Eyes end of poem this recording is in the public domain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes by Paul Laurence Dunbar read for LibriVox.org by Secrets Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes which all the day with ceaseless care have thought the magic of our eyes the air have thought the magic gold which from the seeker flies air dreams put on the gown and cap of thought and make the waking world a world of lies of lies most palatable uncouth for lawn that say lies full of aches and tears and sighs oh how with more than dreams the soul is torn Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how all the griefs and heartaches we have known come up like poisonous vapours that arise from some base witches cauldron when the crone to work some important spell her magic flies the past witch held its share of bitter pain whose ghost we prayed that time might exercise comes up is lived and suffered over again Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes what phantoms fill the dimly lighted room what ghostly shades in awe-creating guise are bodied forth within the teeming gloom what echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries and pangs of vague inexplicable pain that pay the spirits ceaseless enterprise come thronging through the chambers of the brain Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes where ranges forth the spirit far and free through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies tends her far course to lands of mystery to lands unspeakable beyond some eyes where shapes unknowable to being spring till faint of wing the fancy fails and dies much wearied with the spirits journeying Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes how questioneth the soul that other soul the inner sense which neither cheats nor lies but self exposes under self a scroll full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise in characters indelible and known so trembling with the shock of sad surprise the soul doth view its awful self alone Air Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes the last dear sleep whose soft embrace is bomb and whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize for kissing all our passions into calm and then no more we heed the sad world's cries or seek to probe the eternal mystery or fret our soul that long withheld replies at glooms through which our visions cannot see when sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes End of poem This recording is in the public