LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of “Sonnet on a Wet Summer” by John Codrington Bampfield (1754-1797).
This was the Weekly Poetry project for July 1st to July 7th, 2012.
Download locations: mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis.
Catalogue pages: LibriVox, Internet Archive.
Zip of the entire book (9MB@64kb), featuring all 15 readers of this poem, with a total running time of 18m 39s.
In addition to the readers, this audio book was produced by:
Book Coordinator: April Gonzales
Sonnet on a Wet Summer
ALL ye who far from town in rural hall,
Like me, were wont to dwell near pleasant field,
Enjoying all the sunny day did yield,
With me the change lament, in irksome thrall,
By rains incessant held; for now no call
From early swain invites my hand to wield
The scythe. In parlour dim I sit concealed,
And mark the lessening sand from hour-glass fall;
Or ‘neath my window view the wistful train
Of dripping poultry, whom the vine’s broad leaves
Shelter no more. Mute is the mournful plain;
Silent the swallow sits beneath the thatch,
And vacant hind hangs pensive o’er his hatch,
Counting the frequent drips from reeded eaves.
This week’s poem can be found here.