 Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the trees stand stark and helpless, while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Ballyclair in Coutney-Anton, Northern Ireland, situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate novelist. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Frank Teft. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me hear rather the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Anne Schwartz. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Anne Schwartz. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Ehrman. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Ehrman. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Uselessness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Ehrman. Let mine not be that saddest fate of all, to live beyond my greater self, to see my faculties decaying as the tree stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall. Let me rather hear the imperious call which all men dread in my glad morning-time, and follow death ere I have reached my prime, or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall. The lightning-stroke or the fierce tempest blast which fails the green tree to the earth today is kinder than the calm that lets it last, unhappy witness of its own decay. May no man ever look on me and say, She lives, but all her usefulness is past. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.