 The Magi by William Butler Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Annie Coleman Now as all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones, appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by William Butler Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Andrew Lebrun, Boston, Massachusetts Now as all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by William Butler Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Beth Peat on the 11th of January, 2007 Now as all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by William Butler Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Claire Gojé Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by William Butler Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Dixie Boyle Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. B. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Douglas D. Anderson Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side, and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. B. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by G. M. Anderson Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale, unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. B. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by G. M. of Life Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. B. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by G. M. J. Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by G. M. J. Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by L. Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by L. Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Magi by W. Yates Red for LibreVox.org by Sean Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones and all their helms of silver, hovering side by side and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.