 Hope by William Dean Howells Red for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew, until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. This recording is in the public domain by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Balli Clare in County Antwern Northern Ireland, situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Frank Duncan. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England. GrahamScottAudio.com. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Ian King. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Kay Hand. Red for LibriVox.org by Ian King. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory, and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, the hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. By William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Michelle Fry. That enriched Louisiana in July 2019. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Nima. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Rumpold Poetry. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Zimmerman. Lancaster, Pennsylvania. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by William Jones in Benita Springs, Florida. Hope by William Dean Howells. Red for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh. We sailed and sailed upon the Desert Sea, where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise between the empty billows and the skies that grew and grew until it wore the shape of cove and inlet, promontory and cape, then hills and valleys, rivers, fields and woods, steeples and roofs and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, some time I shall embark upon a sea more desert and more dark than ever this was, and between the skies and empty billows I shall see arise another world out of that waste and lapse, like yonder land, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.