 THE EXPLINATION Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and threw, alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er, they found mingled arrows through the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored, with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by Barbara Clements Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored, with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by Caliban Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shaft he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by Corrie Samuel Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by Diana Meilinger in November 2009. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Patinama. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered then, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Roger Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Ellie. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was the wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Richard Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Ken Sterry. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was the wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Katherine. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found, mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was the wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Marina Kiers. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Philip Griffiths. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION By Rudiart Kipling. Read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. THE EXPLINATION Love and death once ceased their strife at the tavern of man's life, called for wine and through alas, each his quiver on the grass. When the bout was o'er they found mingled arrows strewed the ground. Hastily they gathered them, each the loves and lives of men. Ah, the fateful dawn deceived. Mingled arrows each one sheaved. Death's red armory was stored with the shafts he most abhorred. Love's light quiver groan'd beneath venom-headed darts of death. Thus it was they wrought our woe at the tavern long ago. Tell me, do our masters know loosing blindly as they fly. Old men love, while young men die. End of poem.