 The Lifting of the Mist by E. Paul N. Johnson Read for Libby Rocks.org by L. G. Pug All the long day, the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs, these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at eventide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies, run by one, outspread their wings, and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thought the beauty and the breast of purpling airs, they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. The lifting of the mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Anita Sloma Martinez. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down. They chase and frolic frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at eventide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies, one by one, outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. Atthwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. The lifting of the mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Brenda J. Davis. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed at the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down. They chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town, and when it even tides the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies, one by one, outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart of the beauty and the breast of purpling airs, they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down. They chase and frolic frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at eventide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling heirs they twirl and twist then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at eventide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling heirs they twirl and twist then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibreVox.org by Chad Horner from Ballet Claire in Countyundrom, Northern Ireland, situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets. Their elfin fingers caught and stayed, the sunbeams as they wind their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic frisk and tease, a blind man's buff with all the town, and when at eventide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey. The vapour ferries one by one, outspread their wings and foot away, in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day, a thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling heirs they twirl and twist. They float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west, that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The lifting of the mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemesh in Reno, Nevada. All the long day, the vapours play that blindfold in the city streets. Their elf and fingers cut and stay the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs days, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind men's buff with all the town. And when at even tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapor ferries one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring, that run wine-like along the rim of day. At thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist end of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. All the long day, the vapours play that blindfold in the city streets. Their elven fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a flimsy barricade, twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind men's buff with all the town. Then when an evening tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey. The vapour-ferries, one by one, outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. At thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all coloured-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Jim Gallagher. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets. Their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sun-beams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade twixed earth and were the sunlight-beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs, these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind men's buff with all the town. And when, at even tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour-ferries one by one outspread their wings and float away, in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. At thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all coloured-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets. Their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sun-beams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twix earthen where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischasties with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind men's buff with all the town. And when, at even tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour-ferries one by one outspread their wings and float away, in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A forth the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all coloured-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The lifting of the mist by E. Pauline Johnson, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets. Their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sun-beams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twix earthen where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk in tees, at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at even tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour-ferries one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. Athwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets. Their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sun-beams as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twix earthen where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs, these, with wings of grey in cobweb gown, they live along the edges of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk in tees, at blind man's buff with all the town. And when at even tide the sun breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour-ferries one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpley-nairs, they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson Read for LibriVox.org by Ryan F. All the long day the vapours played, at blindfold in the city streets, their often fingers caught and stayed, the sunbeams as they wound their sheets, into a filmy barricade, twixed earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs, these, with wings of grey in cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease, at blind man's buff with all the town, and when an even tide, the sun, breaks with a glory through their grey, the vapour fairies, one by one, outspread their wings and float away, in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpley-nairs, they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter All the long day the vapours played, at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs, these, with wings of grey in cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic frisk in tees at a blind man's buff with all the town, and when at even tide the sun breaks with the glory through their grey, the vapour fairies, one by one, outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson All the day long the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a filmy barricade, twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas, and creeping out on foot of down, they chase and frolic frisk in tees at blind man's buff with all the town, and when at even tide the sun breaks with the glory through their grey, the vapour fairies one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all colour-kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Lifting of the Mist by E. Pauline Johnson Red for LibriVox.org by Wayne Cook All the long day the vapours played at blindfold in the city streets, their elfin fingers caught and stayed the sunbeams, as they wound their sheets into a flimsy barricade twixt earth and where the sunlight beats. A vagrant band of mischiefs these, with wings of grey and cobweb gown, they live along the edge of seas and creeping out and foot of down, they chase and frolic, frisk and tease at blind man's buff with all the town. And when, and even tied, the sun breaks with the glory through their grey, the vapour fairies one by one outspread their wings and float away in clouds of colouring that run wine-like along the rim of day. A thwart the beauty and the breast of purpling airs, they twirl and twist, then float away to some far rest, leaving the skies all coloured kissed, a glorious and a golden west that greets the lifting of the mist. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.