 Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Christian Hughes. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry, and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the reeds of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt that gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Karen Savage. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the reeds of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt that gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Leanne Howlett. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the reeds of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Lucy Burgoyne. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the rifts of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Michael Sirwa in Houston, Texas. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the rifts of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Mary Mack. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the rifts of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Michael Rees. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its mounted snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the wreaths of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Mark Smith. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its bounded snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the wreaths of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Peter Yersley. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its bounded snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the wreaths of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Peter Yersley. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its bounded snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, in blue and crimson gleams the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the wreaths of incense like ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nippon, by Alfred Neuers, read for LibriVarx.org by Rika Yachuk. Last night I dreamed of Nippon. I saw a cloud of white drifting before the sunset on seas of opal light. Beyond the wide Pacific I saw its bounded snow miraculously changing in that deep evening glow. To rosy rifts and hillocks, to orchards that I knew, the snows of peach and cherry, and feathers of bamboo. I saw on twisted bridges, in blue and crimson gleams, the lanterns of the fissures along the brook of dreams. I saw the wreaths of incense like little ghosts arise from temples under Fuji, from Fuji to the skies. I saw that fairy mountain. I watched it form and fade. No doubt the gods were smiling when Nippon Isle was made. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.