 Fruitionless, by Ina Kulbruth, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk. Ah, little flower, up-springing, as your eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds that woo with light caress, in still contentedness, loving and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a-building your wee house in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey-feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. And a poem, this recording is in the public domain. Freationless by Ena Cullberth, read for Liberfolks.org by Chad Horner, ah, little flower, up-springing azure-eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover-winds that woo, with like caress, instill contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet-heart birds, a-building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust, of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber-cell, a-honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. End of poem this recording is in the public domain. Fruitionless by Anna Kulbrith, read for Librovox.org, my crisp pile, ah, little flower, up-springing azure-eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress and still contentedness, living in blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a-building your wee house in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, a-trill and twitter loves sweet round delay. So happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that sent with nostrils fine the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen-dust, of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber-cell, a-honey feasting for the winter day. So better far than I, self-wrapped that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. Fruitionless by Aina Colbert, read for LibriVox.org, by Cornel Nemesh, in Reno, Nevada. Ah, little flower, up-springing azure-eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious balms into the tender palms of lover-winds. Let woe with light caress in still contentedness, leaving and blooming thy brief summer day. So wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet-heart birds, a-building your wee-house in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with the merry-trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied to trill, and twitter-love-sweet-round-the-lay. So happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils find the odorous, blossom-wine, sipping with heads half-trust into the pollen-dust of rose, and hyacinth and daffodil to hive. An amber-cell, a-honey-fisting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Ah, little flower, up-springing, azure-eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds that woo with light caress, instill contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a-building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trail, to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trail and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive an amber cell, a honey-feasting for the winter day, so, better far than I, self-wrapped that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. Ah, little flower, up-springing, azure-eyed, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress, instill contentedness, sitting and blooming thy brief summer day, so far wiser than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet art birds, of building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trail, to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet rondele, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive an amber cell, a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Dropping delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress, in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet art birds, of building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill, to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet rondele, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust, of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive, in amber cell, a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Delicious bombs into the tender palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress, in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day. So, wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill and nod your pretty heads, with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet rondele, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping, with heads whole thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive, in amber cell, a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. With light caress, in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day. So, wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet rondele, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping, with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive, in amber cell, a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Rubberwinds, that woo with light caress, instill contentiveness, living and blooming that brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping, with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Bombs into the tender palms of lover winds that woo with light caress in still contentedness, living and blooming that brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet heart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter life sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet heart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweet heart birds, a building your wee house, in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-rapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Dropping delicious bombs into the tent of palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, of building your wee house in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied, to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh, and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive an amber cell, a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh, and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Fruitionless by Ina Kulbryth, read for Librivox to talk by Tavariš. A little flower-up-springing azuride, the meadow-brook beside, dropping delicious balms into the tender palms of lava winds, that woo with light caress in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh, and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a-building your wee house in the broad-leaved boughs, pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in amber cell a honey-feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh and sighing dream my useless life away. Spring as your eyed, the meadowbrook beside, dropping delicious balms into the tender palms of lover winds, that woo with light caress in still contentedness, living and blooming thy brief summer day, so wiser far than I, that only dream and sigh and sighing dream my listless life away. Ah, sweetheart birds, a building your wee house in the broad livid bowels pausing with merry trill to praise each other's skill, and nod your pretty heads with pretty pride, serenely satisfied to trill and twitter love's sweet round delay, so happier than I, that lonely dream and sigh and sighing dream my lonely life away. Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine, the odorous blossom wine, sipping with heads half-thrust into the pollen dust of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, to hive in ember cell a honey feasting for the winter day, so better far than I, self-wrapped, that dream and sigh and sighing dream my useless life away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.