 TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Andy Glover The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Algie Pug The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachok The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner From Ballycler in Coneyondrum, Northern Ireland Set dated in the north-east of the island of Ireland. The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Erin Stone The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Greg Giordano Newport Ritchie, Florida The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England GrahamScottAudio.com The Genshin and the Bluebell's sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Ian King The Genshin and the Bluebell sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Joseph Campbell The Genshin and the Bluebell sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. Twas Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart twas Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas the close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett The Genshin and the Bluebell sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. It was Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart it was Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas the close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf The Genshin and the Bluebell sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. It was Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart it was Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas the close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. TRANSPOSED SEASONS by Madison Cawine Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter The Genshin and the Bluebell sew can change my calendar. I know not how the year may go, or what the seasons are. The months, in some mysterious ways, take their expression from her eyes. The Genshin speaks to memory of Autumn's long sense gone, when her blue eyes smiled up at me, and Heaven was flushed with dawn. It was Autumn, then, and leaves were seer, but in my heart it was Spring of the year. The Bluebell says a message, too, of Spring's long past away, when in my eyes her eyes of blue gazed and twas close of day. Spring spread around her fragrant chart, but it was Autumn in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.