 LOVE'S LANGUAGE by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Red for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuck How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strange barges make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn, and with the dawn swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast and knows and names and greets its godlike guest, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit, suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink the shamed to silence. In the fire, glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness, in the warm impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins, between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Campbell Shelp. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strained barges make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn and with the dawn's swift force, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve one near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit, suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink ashamed to silence, in the fire, glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness, in the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss, thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Read for LibriVox.org by Damien Defensor. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs in the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn, and with dawn's swift force, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast and nose and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak they shrink, ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness, in the warm and passionate tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Loves Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox How does love speak? In the feigned flush upon the telltale cheek and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-strobs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strange barges make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one's beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that butchered seem so weak, they shrink as shame to silence, in the fire glanced strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness, in the warm impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen the light and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The quivering lid of an averted eye. The smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still in ache, while new emotions, like strange barges make, along vain channels their disturbing course. Still is the dawn, and with the dawn swift force, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek. The sudden silence, and reserved when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows in names and greets his godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly groan meek, the haughty heart groan humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, and all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak. They shrink ashamed to silence in the fire. Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing, high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness in the warm, impassioned hide that sweeps through throbbing veins. Between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts and bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss, thus doth love speak. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. Loves Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Read for leverbox.org by Jim Gallagher How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it. By the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still in ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vein channels their disturbing course. Still is the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear. The joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor. In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, and all fair things to one beloved face. In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, and looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that utter seem so weak, they shrink ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing higher and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep soulful stillness, and the warm impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains. In the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibreVox.org by Josh Kibbey. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still in ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, and the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, and the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, and the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, and looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink a shame to silence, and the fire glance strikes with glance, swift fleshing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, and the deep, soulful stillness, and the warm, impassioned hide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, and the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of POM. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Read for Librebox.org by Larry Wilson How does love speak? In the faint flesh upon the tail-tail cheek, and in the power that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart throbs, and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strange barges make along vain channels their disturbing course. Still is the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names, and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor. In the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face. In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seems so weak, they shriek a shame to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep, soful stillness in the warm impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains. In the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. In the poem this recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Read for LibriVox.org by NEMA How does love speak? In the faint flesh upon the tell-tale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an adverted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still in ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course, stills the dawn, and where the dawn swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve one near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart to fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, and the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, and the shy touch of hands, the thrill and tremble, and looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seems so weak, they shrink a shamed silence, and the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, and the deep, soulful stillness, and the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, and the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh? Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn, and with the dawn swift force, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names, and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink, ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep soulful stillness, in the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins, between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. And the poem this recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for Libervox.org by Skip. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strange barges make, along vain channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, and the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit, suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, and all fair things, to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink ashamed to silence. In the fire, glance strikes with glance, swift flashing higher and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep soulful stillness, in the warm and passion-tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Read for LibriVox.org by Scotty Smith. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart-throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course. Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak. They shrink ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep, soulful stillness, in the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Red for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter How does love speak? In the famed flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeded, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart throbs, and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vein channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirits have only grown meek, the hearty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace, in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more dissemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink as shame to silence, in the fire gland strikes with glands, swift flashing high and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm, in the deep, soulful stillness, in the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. How does love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart throbs, and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions like strange barges make a long vein channels their disturbing course, still as the dawn and with the dawn's swift force, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems the counterpart of fear, as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast, and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendour, in the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face, in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak, they shrink ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep soulful stillness, in the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains, in the embrace where madness melts in bliss, and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. Flush upon the tell-tale cheek and in the pallor that succeeds it. By the quivering lid of an averted eye, the smile that proves the patent to a sigh, thus doth love speak. How does love speak? By the uneven heart throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges, make along vain channels their disturbing course. Still is the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the avoidance of that which we seek, the sudden silence and reserve when near, the eye that glistens with an unshed tear, the joy that seems their counterpart of fear as the alarmed heart leaps in the breast and knows and names and greets its godlike guest. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart grown humble in the tender and unnamed light that floods the world with splendor, and the resemblance which the fond eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face. In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble, in looks and lips that can no more disemble. Thus doth love speak. How does love speak? In the wild words that uttered seem so weak they shrink ashamed to silence. In the fire glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In the deep, soulful stillness. In the warm, impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins between the shores of keen delight and pains. In the embrace where madness melts in bliss and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth love speak. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.