 I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees. Beside the castled river and the wind, fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by Algy Pug. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees. Beside the castled river and the wind, fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees. Beside the castled river and the wind, fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by Caitlyn Buckley. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind, fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams. I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by Chad Horner from Balli Clare, in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. Set jaded in the north east of the island of Ireland. The 9th of November, 2019. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell, like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one he dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carmen and Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by David Lawrence. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell, like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by Eva Davis. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Redfellabybox.org, by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England. GrahamScottAudio.com. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Ian King and Newgate Novelist. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Joseph Campbell. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Leanne Howlett. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Lynette Colkins, in Colorado, USA. A dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Larry Wilson. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. Then when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Matthea Bratchich. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river. And the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Paolo Fulhancio. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which poets still go sorrowing. Then when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Fellabybox. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Peter Yersley. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Tverish. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Nocturne, in au jus, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey. Red Fellabybox.org, by Winston Tharp. I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees beside the castled river and the wind felt like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change. The night went on with me into my dream. The only I remember, that I cried, O Sappho, ere I leave this paradise, sing me one song of those lost books of yours, for which we poets still go sorrowing. That when I meet my fellows on the earth, I may rejoice them more than many pearls. And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me as one who dreams, I have forgotten them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.