 NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep, an aged crone sat on the beach and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore! And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Bill Turnes The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep, an aged crone sat on the beach and pointed to the ship. She'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep, an aged crone sat on the beach and pointing to the ship. She'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep, an aged crone sat on the beach. And pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Julian Pratley The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Neema The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Paul Fleishman The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Phil Shampf The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. NIGHT AND MORNING by Charles Sangster Red for LibriVox.org by V. M. Nielsen The winds are piping loud to night, and the waves roll strong and high. God pity the watchful Mariner, who toils neath yonder sky! I saw the vessel speed away with a free majestic sweep. That evening, as the sun went down to his palace in the deep. An aged crone sat on the beach, and pointing to the ship, she'll never return again, she said, with a scorn upon her lip. The morning rose tempestuous, the winds blew to the shore. There were corpses on the sands that mourn, but the ship came, nevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.