Chapters 7
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1 01 - After-Glow - Read by APS 3:01
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge. Read for LibriVox.org by Adrian Stevens.
My morn was all dewy rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies. The cool and fragrant air caressed my going forth, and everywhere the radiant webs by hope and fancy spun, stretched, shining in the sun. Then came a noon hot. Breathless still, no wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers, only the dust, the road, the urging hours, and pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red, danced in the west, wondering. I gazed and said, Lo! a new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down, like a great golden boar into the sea, which made room laughing, and the seared ranks of yellow lances flashed, and turning, sank after their chieftain as he led the way, and all the heaven was grey.
Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long, stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept and hid my eyes, and shivered with affright at thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and, lo, the sky's so dim but now. Were all aglow with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold.
Higher and higher soared the gracious beam. Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues, nor any cowering shadow could refuse the beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed its done to amethyst. A little longer, And the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the sweet shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder. With calm eye I front the night, nor wish its hours away, for in that message from my banished day I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late. I can endure to wait.
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2 02 - After-Glow - Read by BK 3:10
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachok.
My morn was all dewy rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies. A cool and fragrant air caressed my going forth, and everywhere the radiant webs by hope and fancy spun, stretched shining in the sun. Then came a noon. Hot breathless still, no wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers, only the dust, the road, the urging hours, and pressing on I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when a pump of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red danced in the west, wondering, I gazed and said, Lo! A new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down, like a great golden ball, into the sea, which made room, laughing, and the serried rank of yellow lances flashed, and turning, sank after their chieftain, as he led the way, and all the heaven was gray.
Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long, stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept and hid my eyes, and shivered with affright at thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo! The sky's so dim but now, where all aglow with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam. Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues. Nor any cowering shadow could refuse the beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed its done to amethyst. A little longer and the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the sward shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder. With calm eye I front the night, nor wish its hours away. For in that message from my banished day I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late I can endure to wait.
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3 03 - After-Glow - Read by EL0 3:47
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge.
My morn was all dewy rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies. A cool and fragrant air caressed my going forth, and everywhere the radiant webs by hope and fancy spun Stretched shining in the sun. Then came a noon, hot, breathless, still. No wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers. Only the dust, the road, the urging hours. And pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red danced in the west, wondering I gazed and said, Lo, a new morning comes my hopes to crown.
Sudden the sun dropped down like a great golden ball into the sea, which made room, laughing, And the serried rank of yellow lances flashed, and, turning, sank after their chieftain as he led the way, and all the heaven was gray. Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long, stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me. And I wept and hid my eyes, and shivered with affright at thought of coming night.
But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo! The skies, so dim but now, were all aglow with a new flush, Of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam. Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues. Nor any cowering shadow could refuse the beautiful embrace, which clasped and kissed its dun to amethyst.
A little longer, and the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the swart shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder. With calm eye I front the night. Nor wish its hours away, for in that message from my banished day I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late I can endure to wait.
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4 04 - After-Glow - Read by KAZ 3:03
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge.
My morn was all dewy rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies. A cool and fragrant air caressed my going forth, and everywhere the radiant webs by hope and fancy spun, stretched shining in the sun. Then came a noon, hot, breathless, still. No wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers, only the dust, the road, the urging hours, and pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red danced in the west, wandering I gazed and said, Lo, a new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down, like a great golden ball into the sea, which made room laughing, and the serried rank of yellow lances flashed, and turning sank after their chieftain as he led the way, and all the heaven was gray.
Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long, stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept and hid my eyes, and shivered with a fright at thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo! The skies, so dim but now, were all aglow, with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam, deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues, nor any covering shadows could refuse the beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed its done to amethyst. A little longer, And the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and as warred shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder. With calm eye I front the night, nor wish its hours away. For in that message from my banished day I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late I can endure to wait.
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5 05 - After-Glow - Read by LCW 2:34
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge.
My morn was all dewy, rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies. A cool and fragrant air caressed my going forth, and everywhere the radiant webs by hope and fancy spun, stretched shining in the sun. Then came a noon, hot breathless still. No wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers, only the dust, the road, the urging hours. And pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp and purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red danced in the west, wondering, I gazed, and said, Lo, a new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down. Like a great golden ball into the sea, which made room laughing, and the serried rank of yellow lances flashed, and turning sank after their chieftain as he led the way, and all the heaven was gray.
Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long-stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept, and hid my eyes, and shivered with a fright at the thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo, the skies so dim. But now we're all aglow, with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam. Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues. Nor any cowering shadow could refuse the beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed its dun to amethyst. A little longer, and the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the swart shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder. With calm eye I front the night, nor wish its hours away. For in that message from my banished day I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late I can endure to wait.
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6 06 - After-Glow - Read by LS 2:55
Afterglow by Susan Coolidge. Read for LibriVox.org by Lee Salter, Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania, USA. My morn was all dewy rose and pearl. Peace brimmed the skies, a cool and fragrant air, Caressed my going forth and everywhere. The radiant webs, by hope and fancy spun, Stretch shining in the sun. Then came a noon, hot breathless still. No wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers, only the dust, the road, the urging hours. And pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red, danced in the west, wondering I gazed and said, Lo! a new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down, like a great golden ball into the sea, which made room, laughing in the serried rank, of yellow lances flashed, and, turning, sank, after their chieftain, as he led the way, and all the heaven was gray.
Startled and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long-stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept, and hid my eyes, and shivered with a fright at thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo, the skies so dim, but now we're all aglow, with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening Fold on Fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam. Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues. Nor any cowering shadow could refuse. The beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed, it's done to amethyst. A little longer, and the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the swart shades in their turn.
Impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth. No longer do I shudder with calm eye. I front the night, nor wish its hours away. For in that message from my banished day, I read his pledge of dawn, and soon or late I can endure to wait.
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7 07 - After-Glow - Read by SJ 2:47
Afterglow. My morn was all dewy, rose and pearl, Peace brimmed the skies, a cool and fragrant air, Caressed my going forth in everywhere, The radiant webs by hope and fancy spun, Stretched shining in the sun. Then came a noon, hot, breathless still, No wind to visit the dew-thirsty flowers. Only the dust, the road, the urging hours. And pressing on, I never guessed or knew that day was halfway through. And when the pomp of purple lit the sky, and sheaves of golden lances tipped with red danced in the west, wondering I gazed and said, Lo, a new morning comes, my hopes to crown. Sudden the sun dropped down. Like a great golden ball into the sea, which made Rome laughing and the serried rank, of yellow lances flashed and turning sank, after their chieftain, as he led the way.
And all the heaven was gray. Stardom and pale, I stood to see them go. Then a long, stealing shadow to me crept, and laid his cold hand on me, and I wept. And hid my eyes and shivered with affright at thought of coming night. But as I wept and shuddered, a warm thrill smote on my sense. I raised my eyes, and lo, the skies so dim but now were all aglow, with a new flush of tender rose and gold, opening fold on fold. Higher and higher soared the gracious beam, Deeper and deeper glowed the heavenly hues, nor any cowering shadow could refuse. The beautiful embrace which clasped and kissed its dun to amethyst. A little longer, and the lovely light, draining the last drops from its wondrous urn, departed, and the swart shades in their turn, impatient of the momentary mirth, crowded to seize the earth.
No longer do I shudder with calm eye. I front the night, nor wish its hours away. For in that message from my banished day, I read his pledge of dawn, and sooner late, I can endure to wait.