 A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw or strain, O, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Ask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight, And hold him fast. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, O, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Ask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight, And hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Alan When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, O, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Birds are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Ask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Ezwa When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Love yourself and turn away. Ask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Gem of Life When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Little birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Love yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by JC Guant Montreal, June 2007 When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Love yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Karen Savage When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Love yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh, then be careful, or with sudden clutch You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. These are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Pulls up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Red for LibriVox.org by Lucy Burgoyne When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. A poet never chased the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for Libberbox.org by Lella Balka. When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet never chased the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for Libberbox.org by Michael Sirwa in Houston, Texas. When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Holding the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet never chased the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for Libberbox.org by Mary Mack. When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet never chased the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for Libberbox.org by Mark Smith When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at the salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow And laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Mark William Derbyshire markderb.googlepages.com When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you see Zatz the salt box, Over the head you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow And laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Nate Goldbaum When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain, Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you see Zatz the salt box, Over the head you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow And laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay, But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Patricia Oakley When a dream is born in you with a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain. Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flitting the feathers of his tail. When you see Zatz the salt box, Over the head you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay, But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Robert Scott June the 5th, 2007 When a dream is born in you With a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely, With no flaw nor strain. Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you see Zatz the salt box, Over the head you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger. Let it seem small matter if he come or stay, But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Scott D. Farquhar June 6th, 2007 Baltimore, Maryland When a dream is born in you With a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely with no flaw nor strain. Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Flirting the feathers of his tail. When you see Zatz the salt box, Over the head you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Pinch of Salt by Robert Graves Read for LibriVox.org by Squid Vajlakova. Found at Frisco-Squid.blogspot.com A Pinch of Salt. When a dream is born in you With a sudden, clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true and lovely With no flaw nor strain. Oh then, be careful, or with sudden clutch, You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much. Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Blurting the feathers of his tail. When you seize at that salt box, Over the hedge you'll see him sail. Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff. They watch you from the apple-bow and laugh. Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay. But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close your fingers tight and hold him fast. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.