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What the Bullet sang by Bret Harte

LibriVox logoLibriVox volunteers bring you 8 recordings of What the Bullet sang by Bret Harte (1839-1902). This was the Weekly Poetry project for April 18th-April 25th, 2010.
http://www.archive.org/download/bullet_sang_1004_librivox/bulletsang_harte_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=1m 18s (mp3@64kb)

Download locations: mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis.
Catalogue pages: LibriVox, Internet Archive.
Zip of the entire book (4.8MB@64kb), featuring all the different readers for this project.

What the Bullet sang
O JOY of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love—the one
Born for me!

I shall know him where he stands
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o’erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!

It is he—O my love!
So bold!
It is I—all thy love
It is I—O love, what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
Lieth there so cold?

This week’s poem can be found here.


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