 When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Leighton, read for LibriVox.org by Alana Jordan. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch or men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, I should speak by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are, for daylight's common being. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, and of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch or men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be at my side. My thoughts for thee too sacred are, for daylight's common being. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, and of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Crystal Frazier. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are, for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Boerlitton. Read for Vox.org by Caitlin Cooper. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Recorded for LibreVox.org by Debbie Stevens. March 17, 2008. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Buller Lighton, read for Libervox.org by Esther. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. My earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are, for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bower Lydden. Read for Libervox.org by Glenn McKnight. March 16, Dakar, Senegal. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me when thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea, for thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light, beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch of men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams, through slumber, fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems, thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee to sacred are, for daylight's common beam, I can but know thee, as my star, my angel, in my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me when thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bowe Lytton, read for LibriVox.org by Garrett Fitzgerald. March 21, 2008, Brewer, Maine. Http.com When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch of men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when the holy dreams through slumber fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee, as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by J. C. Guan. Montreal, March 2008. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, are sillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch over men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shalt be by my side. My thoughts of thee too scared are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by J. C. Guan. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts, like waves that collide by night, are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch over men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber farrest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Lianne Howlett. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep, familiar watch over men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber farrest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When Stars are in the quiet skies, by Edward Bollwer Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch over men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber farrest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Paul Underwood. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber farrest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Rachel Linton, Bristol, UK. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber-fairest glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. For thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Sean McGahey, ducktapeguy.net. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber ferris glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Read for LibriVox.org by Sean McGahey. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. Mine earthly love lies hushed in light beneath the heaven of thine. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber ferris glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee too sacred are for daylight's common beam. I can but know thee as my star. My angel and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When stars are in the quiet skies by Edward Bolton, read for Revival Star Arc by Vivintram, March 2008, in Hong Kong. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. For thoughts like waves that glide by night are stillest when they shine. My earthly love lies harsh in light beneath the heaven or die. There is an hour when angels keep familiar watch o'er men, when coarser souls are wrapped in sleep. Sweet spirit, meet me then! There is an hour when holy dreams through slumber ferris glide, and in that mystic hour it seems thou shouldst be by my side. My thoughts of thee to say create are for data's common being. I can but know thee as my star, my angel, and my dream. When stars are in the quiet skies, then most I pine for thee. Bend on me then thy tender eyes as stars look on the sea. End of poem.