Ricefields hope km
Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope. Read for LibriVox.org by Kristy Morgan. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,
and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beast of prey.
He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn. While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more,
and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast.
For dead he is drifting down to sea, in his own hand wrought with rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
