 The Secret by Cosmo Monkhouse Read for LibriVox.org by Ankila She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me. I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning the gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last as my heart burns she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Monkhouse Read for LibriVox.org by Brian J. Witt, New York She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks upon her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see, in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. The secret by Cosmo Monkhouse Read for Libraboxord by Caliban She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all the brighter for the sight and blesser as she goes her way. And now a gleam pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and freshest eyes. And all men look and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. And they mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until it last as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me a sunshine of her soul. In the poem this recording is in the public domain. Now I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, And watch her radiance in the room, And watch her radiance in the room, And watch her radiance in the room, And only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last as my heart burns she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me a sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes away. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unclogged stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then, why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by a wiser man, and only duly loved by me. I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Her making light a little stronger, and there a glittering glue. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns, upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Time of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then, why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there a glittering glue. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Monk House, read for LibreVox.org by Iswa, in Belgium, in November 2007. She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, And counted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wander now and then, why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to go of the faded spray and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Monkhouse. Read for LibriVox.org by GlamourDiva. She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then, why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me. I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know, they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmel Munkhouse Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies. Uncounted from the unlocked doors of urged lips and precious eyes, An all men look and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold-up-faded spray, and making diamonds of dew, Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light, And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul, This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmos Monkhouse Read for LibriVox.org by G. C. Guan, Montreal, November 2007. She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and less her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Counted from the unlocked doors of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no men looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me. I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room. Her making light a little stronger, and there a obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know, they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Munchaus Read for LibriVox.org by James Gladwin Somerset November 2007 She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so stranger thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only, dually loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating bloom, Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until, at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. She passes in her beauty bright, amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and her precious eyes. All men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last as my heart burns she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light, And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know, they see in part, that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then, why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer, and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who, in a tangled way, watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray, and making diamonds of dew. Until at last, as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Monkhouse, read for LibberVox.org by Mike Buckley. She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all are brighter for the sight, and bless her as she goes her way. And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies, Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men, and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room. Here making light a little stronger, and there obliterating gloom. Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray and making diamonds of dew. Until it last as my heart burns, she gathers all her scattered light, And undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light. And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me, the sunshine of her soul. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. The Secret by Cosmo Monkhouse Read for Librebox.org by Mark Smith She passes in her beauty bright amongst the mean, amongst the gay, And all her brighter for the sight and bless her as she goes her way, And now a gleam of pity pours, and now a spark of spirit flies Uncounted from the unlocked stores of her rich lips and precious eyes. And all men look, and all men smile, but no man looks on her as I. They mark her for a little while, but I will watch her till I die. And if I wonder now and then why this so strange a thing should be, That she be seen by wiser men and only duly loved by me, I only wait a little longer and watch her radiance in the room, Here making light a little stronger and there obliterating gloom, Like one who in a tangled way watches the broken sun fall through, Turning to gold the faded spray and making diamonds of dew. Until it lasts as my heart burns she gathers all her scattered light, An undivided radiance turns upon me like a sea of light, And then I know they see in part that which God lets me worship whole. He gives them glances of her heart, but me the sunshine of her soul. End of poem, this recording.