 Nightingales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by David Federman Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys The streams where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long? Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn, end of poem This recording is in the public domain Nightingales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by JC Guan Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys The streams where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long? Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn, end of poem This recording is in the public domain Night in Gales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by Jane Greensmith Of JaneGS.com Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys The streams where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long? Nay, barren are those mountains Spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn End of poem This reading is in the public domain Night in Gales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys The streams where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers Which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long? Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart Whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence or long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn End of poem This recording is in the public domain Night in Gales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys The streams where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers Which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart Whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn End of poem This recording is in the public domain Night in Gales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox.org by Logan McCammon Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams Where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers Which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart Whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound Nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn End of poem This recording is in the public domain Night in Gales by Robert Bridges Read for LibriVox by the username Breathe Beautiful must be the mountains once ye come And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams Where from ye learn your song Where are those starry woods? Oh, might I wander there Among the flowers Which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long Nay, barren are those mountains And spent the streams Our song is the voice of desire That haunts our dreams A throw of the heart Whose pining visions dim Forbidden hopes profound No dying cadence Nor long sigh can sound For all our art Alone, allowed in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret And then as night is withdrawn From these sweet springing meads And bursting bows of may Dream while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn End of poem This recording is in the public domain