Chapters 11
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1 01 - Harmonics - Read by BK 1:21
Harmonics by William Vaughn Moody. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk.
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man whose young eyes, light and blue, neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down. And broke the wire to such a laddered music, rung and rung, as from the patriarch's pillow, skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me, Where slept thy nodes, And my hand pausefully gave To the dim harmonics, voice and tongue?
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2 02 - Harmonics - Read by CRC 1:18
The string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue, neath his white hair bent over me and moved, his fingers up and down and broke the wire. To such a laddered music, rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so metly tuned and strong, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me, where slept thy notes, and my hand possibly gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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3 03 - Harmonics - Read by DL 1:14
Harmonix by William Vaughan Moody.
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through. Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue, neath his white hair, bent over me, and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music, Rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so metly tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me where slept thy nodes, and my hand pausefully gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue.
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4 04 - Harmonics - Read by EL 1:08
This string upon my heart was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through. Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music, rung on rung. As from a patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. Oh, vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strong that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear, gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me where slept thy notes, and my hand pausefully gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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5 05 - Harmonics - Read by GG 1:28
Harmonix by William Vaughn Moody. Newport Ritchie, Florida. This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through. Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue, neath his white hair, bent over me and moved. His fingers up and down, and broke the wire, to such a laddered music, rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meately tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note That makes the tired years young, What of the time when love Had whispered me, Where slept thy nodes In my hand pausefully, Gave to the dim harmonics Voice and tongue.
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6 06 - Harmonics - Read by IK 1:23
I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire To such a laddered music, rung on rung, As from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, Crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire.
O vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strong, That any untaught hand can draw from thee One clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me where slept thy nodes, and my hand, pausefully, gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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7 07 - Harmonics - Read by JM 1:05
This strain upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music, run on run, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung. Crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me? Where slept thy nodes, and my hand pausefully gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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8 08 - Harmonics - Read by LAH 1:16
Harmonics by William Vaughn Moody. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music. Rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strung that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me, where slept thy nodes? And my hand pausefully gave to the dim harmonics, voice and tongue.
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9 09 - Harmonics - Read by LF 1:25
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets true and true. Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue, Needs his white hair bent over me, And moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music, rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meetily tuned and strung! That any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me, where slept I notes, and my hand positively gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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10 10 - Harmonics - Read by LLW 1:24
Harmonix by William Vaughan Moody.
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through. Till an old man whose young eyes lightened blue beneath his white hair Bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music, rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillows skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. Oh, vibrant heart! So meetly tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me, where slept thy nodes, and my hand, pausefully, gave to the dim harmonics voice and tongue?
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11 11 - Harmonics - Read by MK 1:14
Harmonics by William Vaughn Moody.
This string upon my harp was best beloved. I thought I knew its secrets through and through, till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue neath his white hair, bent over me and moved his fingers up and down, and broke the wire to such a laddered music. Rung on rung, as from the patriarch's pillow skyward sprung, crowded with wide-flung wings and feet of fire. O vibrant heart, so meetly tuned and strung, that any untaught hand can draw from thee one clear gold note that makes the tired years young. What of the time when love had whispered me where slept thy nodes? And my hand pausefully gave to the dim harmonics, voice, and tongue.