 Promises, like PyTrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Alex Reicher of Haifa, Israel. Promise me no promises, so will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like PyTrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Betsy Bush, in Marquette, Michigan, February 2008. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. If so warm may once have been, warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises like Piecrust by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Clarica. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises like Piecrust by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Kate McDonald, February 8, 2008 Evansville, Indiana. Promise me no promises. So I will not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer toward one another. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This reading is in the public domain. Promises like PyCrest by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Iswa, in Belgium, in February 2008. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the dying cast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer toward another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promise like PyCrest by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Huijin. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the dying cast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer toward another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises like PyCrest by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Gemma Blythe. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the dying cast. Free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were. Nothing more, but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain, recorded by Gemma Blythe. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by JC Kwan. Montreal, February 2008. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die on cast, free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Anna St. John. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die on cast, free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Kristin Hughes. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die on cast, free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die on cast, free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Lucy Burgoyne. Promise me no promises. So will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die on cast, free to come, as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare, who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises, like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org from Braille by Merrill in Western New York, February 2008. Promise me no promises, so will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast, free to come as free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer towards another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Promises like Piecrust, by Christina Rossetti, read for LiberVox.org by Rhonda Federman. Promise me no promises, so will I not promise you. Keep we both our liberties. Never false and never true. Let us hold the die uncast, free to come and free to go. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer toward another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty again. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare who would perish of excess. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. For I cannot know your past, and of mine what can you know. You, so warm, may once have been warmer toward another one. I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight, once have felt the sun. Who shall show us if it was thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass, and the fortune is not told. If you promised, you might grieve for lost liberty. If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain. Let us be the friends we were, nothing more but nothing less. Many thrive on frugal fare who would perish of excess.