 I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Brian Dirks I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Maria Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Ballet Claire in County Antwon, Northern Ireland the 18th of June 2019 I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemes in Reno, Nevada I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory has done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton I wish we could live as the flowers live to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Gwendolyn Goreham I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England GrahamScottAudio.com I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Harshata K I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Joshua Booth I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by narrator Jay I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shamp I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest and to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Robert Marshall I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Leknorf I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem Wishes by Dora Sigerson Shorter I wish we could live as the flowers live, to breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun, to slumber and sway in the heart of the night, and to die when our glory had done. I wish we could love as the bees love to rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh, with laughter when, after the wooer had won, love flew with a whispered goodbye. I wish we could die as the birds die, to fly and to fall when our beauty was best, no trammels of time on the years of our face, and to live but an empty nest. End of Poem This recording is in the public domain.