Chapters 9
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1 Spring - Read by CD 2:36
Spring Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through wind-swept turf and moorland browned, the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the sound-bird's liquid trills. The hedge released from winter's frown, shoes jeweled branch and willow crowned, while all the earth with pleasure trills and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout. Stay at winter's past and spring's about to lead your ranks in joyous rout. To string the hawthorn's milky pearls and gild the grass with celadine. To dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the windflower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep, the daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit, the orchids blossom red and white, promise of autumn's riper fruit. When spring's voluptuousness has fled, awake, awake, O Thrasil sweet, and haste withal your choir to greet this queen who comes with wakening feet. Paris phone with grateful eyes salutes the sun, tis paradise. Then hastens down the dewy meads, past where the herd contented feeds, past where the furrows hide the grain for harvesting of sun and rain, to where Dementor Patience stands with longing lips and outstretched hands, until the dawning of one face across the void of time and space shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O Earth! Rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring, and this the world's remembering.
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2 Spring - Read by CS 2:29
Spring by Michael Fairless.
Hark how the merry daffodils Fling golden music to the hills, And how the hills send echoing down Through wind-swept turf and moorland brown The murmurs of a thousand rills That mock the song-bird's liquid trills The hedge released from winter's frown shows jewelled branch and willow-crown, while all the earth with pleasure trills and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout, stay at winter's past and spring's about, to lead your ranks in joyous rout, to string the hawthorn's milky pearls and gild the grass with celandine, to dress the catkin's tasselled curls, To twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the windflower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep, the daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ashbuds change their sombre suit, The orchard's blossom white and red, Promise of autumn's riper fruit, When spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstle sweet, And haste with all your choir to greet This queen who comes with wakening feet. Persephone, with grateful eyes, Salutes the sun, tis paradise, Then hastens down the dewy meads, Past where the herd contented feeds, Past where the furrows hide the grain, for harvesting of sun and rain, to where Demeter patient stands, with longing lips and outstretched hands, until the dawning of one face, across the void of time and space, shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O Earth, rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring, and this the world's remembering.
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3 Spring - read by DGD 2:23
Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through windswept turf and moorland brown the murmurs of a thousand rills that mocked the songbirds' liquid trills. The hedge released from winter's frown shows jeweled branch and willowed crown, while all the earth with pleasure trills and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout. Stayed winter's past and spring's about to lead your ranks in joyous rout. To string the hawthorn's milky pearls and gild the grass with celandine, to dress the catkin's tasseled curls. To twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the wind-flower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep. The daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit. The orchard's blossom, white and red, Promise of autumn's riper fruit, When spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstle sweet, And haste with all your choir to greet this queen Who comes with wakening feet. Persephone with grateful eyes salutes the sun. Tis paradise. Then hastens down the dewy meads, Past where the herd contented feeds, Past where the furrows hide the grain For harvesting of sun and rain, To where Demeter patient stands With longing lips and outstretched hands, Until the dawning of one face Across the void of time and space Shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O earth, rejoice and sing, This is the promise of the spring, And this the world's remembering.
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4 Spring - Read by DL 2:16
Hark! How the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through wind-swept turf and moorland-brown the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the songbird's liquid trills, the hedge released from winter's frown, shoes jewelled branch and willow crown. While all the earth with pleasure trills and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout! Stayed winter's past and spring's about to lead your ranks in joyous rout. To string the hawthorn's milky pearls and gild the grass with celandine. To dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the wind-flower from her sleep. And lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep, the daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit. The orchards blossom, white and red, promise of autumn's riper fruit. When spring's voluptuousness has fled, Awake, awake, O throstle sweet, And haste with all your choir to greet this queen Who comes with wakening feet. Persephone, with grateful eyes, Salutes the sun, tis paradise. Then hastens down the dewy meads, Past where the herd contented feeds, Past where the furrows hide the grain, For harvesting of sun and rain. To where Demeter, patient, stands with longing lips and outstretched hands, until the dawning of one face across the void of time and space shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O Earth! Rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring, and this the world's remembering.
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5 Spring - Read by JB 2:21
Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through wind-swept earth and moorland brown, the murmurs of a thousand rills that mark the song-birds' liquid trills. The hedge released from winter's frown, she was jeweled branch and willow crown, while all the earth with pleasure drills and dances with the daffodils. Out, out she flowers, up and shouts dead winter's past and spring's about. To lead your ranks in joyous rout, to string the hawthorn's milky pearls and gild the grass with celandine. To dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the windflower from her sleep and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep. Look, daisies brave, the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's burdened vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit, the orchids blossom white and red. Promise of autumn's riper fruit, when spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstled sweet, and haste with all the choir to greet, this queen who comes with weakening feet. Persephone, with grateful eyes, salutes the sun till paradise, then hastens down the dewy meads. Past where the herd contented feeds, Past where the furrows hide the grain for harvesting of sun and rain, To where Demeter's patient stands, With longing lips and outstretched hands, Until the dawning of one face, Across the void of time and space, Shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O earth, rejoice, and sing! This is the promise of the spring, and this— The world remembering.
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6 Spring - Read by LKP 2:15
Spring. Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through windswept turf and moorland brown the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the song-birds' liquid trills, the hedge released from winter's frown, shoes jewelled branch and willow crown, while all the earth with pleasure trills And dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout. Stayed winter's past and spring's about, to lead your ranks in joyous rout, to string the hawthorn's milky pearls, and gild the grass with celandine, to dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the wind-flower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep. The daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash buds change their sombre suit. The orchards blossom, white and red. Promise of autumn's riper fruit, when spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstle sweet! And haste with all your choir to greet this queen who comes with wakening feet. Persephone, with grateful eyes, salutes the sun. Tis paradise. Then hastens down the dewy meads, past where the herd contented feeds, past where the furrows hide the grain, for harvesting of sun and rain, to where Demeter patient stands, with longing lips and outstretched hands.
Until the dawning of one face, Across the void of time and space, Shall bring again her day of grace. Rejoice, O earth, rejoice and sing, This is the promise of the spring, And this the world's remembering.
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7 Spring - Read by PH 2:24
Spring, by Michael Fairless.
Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through wind-swept Turf and Moreland Brown, the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the song-bird's liquid trills. The hedge released from winter's frown shows jeweled branch and willow crown, while all the earth with pleasure trills, and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout. Stayed winter's past and spring's about, to lead your ranks in joyous rout. To string the hawthorn's milky pearls, and gild the grass with celandine, to dress the catkins's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the windflower from her sleep, and lights the wood with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep, the daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac-pretty maids, Ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit, the orchards blossom white and red, promise of autumn's riper fruit, when spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstle sweet, and haste with all your choir to greet this queen, who comes with wakening feet. Then hastens down the dewy meads, Past where the herd contented feeds, Past where the furrows hide the grain, For harvesting of sun and rain, To where Demeter patient stands, With longing lips and outstretched hands, Until the dawning of one face, Across the void of time and space, Shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O earth, rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring. And this, the world's remembering.
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8 Spring - Read by RN 2:50
Spring by Michael Fairless.
Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down through wind-swept turf and moorland brown the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the song-bird's liquid trills, the hedge released From winter's frown, shoes jewelled branch and willow'd crown, while all the earth with pleasure trills and dances with the daffodils.
Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout! Stead winter's past and spring's about, to lead your ranks in joyous rout, to string the hawthorn's milky pearls, and gild the grass with celandine. To dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the windflower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon. The violets lift their heads to peep. The daisies brave the sun at noon.
The gentle wind from out the west, toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest. And rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit, The orchards blossom white and red, Promise of autumn's riper fruit, When spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, awake, O throstle sweet, And haste with all your choir to greet This queen who comes with wakening feet.
Persephone, with grateful eyes, salutes the sun, tis paradise. Then hastens down the dewy meads, past where the herd contented feeds, past where the furrows hide the grain, for harvesting of sun and rain, to where Demeter patient stands with longing lips and outstretched hands, until the dawning of one face Across the void of time and space, Shall bring again her day of grace. Rejoice, O Earth, rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring, And this the world's remembering.
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9 Spring - Read by TG 2:19
Spring by Michael Fairless. Hark how the merry daffodils fling golden music to the hills, and how the hills send echoing down, through wind-swept turf and moorland brown, the murmurs of a thousand rills that mock the song-birds liquid trills. The hedge released from winter's frown shows jeweled branch and willow crown, While all the earth with pleasure trills, and dances with the daffodils. Out, out, ye flowers, up and shout! Stayed winter's past, and spring's about, to lead your ranks in joyous rout. To string the hawthorn's milky pearls, and gild the grass with celandine. To dress the catkin's tasseled curls, to twist the tendrils of the vine. She wakes the wind-flower from her sleep, and lights the woods with April's moon.
The violets lift their heads to peep, the daisies brave the sun at noon. The gentle wind from out the west toys with the lilac pretty maids, ruffles the meadow's verdant vest, and rings the bluebells in the glades. The ash-buds change their sombre suit, the orchards blossom white and red. Promise of autumn's riper fruit When spring's voluptuousness has fled. Awake, oh wake, oh throstle sweet, and haste with all your choir to greet this queen who comes with wakening feet. Persephone, with grateful eyes, salutes the sun, tis paradise, then hastens down the dewy meads, past where the herd contented feeds, past where the furrows hide the grain, for harvesting of sun and rain, to where Demeter patient stands, With longing lips and outstretched hands, until the dawning of one face, across the void of time and space, shall bring again her day of grace.
Rejoice, O Earth, rejoice and sing! This is the promise of the spring, and this the world's remembering.