 walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachok. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner. From Balli Clare, County Hunter, Northern Ireland. Situated in the north-east of the island of Ireland. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemes. In Reno, Nevada. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Campbell Shelp. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England. GrahamScottAudio.com. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Ian King. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Jesse Yellen. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Marion. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Sierra. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Walking up a hill at dawn, by Edward Poe's Mathers. Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. Here is the wind in the morning. The kind red face of God is looking over the hill we are climbing. Tomorrow we are going to marry and work and play together, and laugh together at things which would not amuse our neighbours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.