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For Dolly, who does not Learn her Lessons by E. Nesbit

LibriVox Weekly PoemLibriVox volunteers bring you 16 recordings of:
“For Dolly, who does not Learn her Lessons” by E. Nesbit (1858-1924)

This was the weekly poetry project for April 21st to April 28th, 2013.

Edith Nesbit reminds us of the magic – and brevity – of childhood.

This project is catalogued at:
LibriVox and Internet Archive.
The poem text can also be found at this address.

My recording of this week’s poem has a running time of 2m 13s.
You can listen to it now, by clicking the following play button;

or feel free to download it in a choice of 3 formats:
mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis

The entire project, featuring all 16 readers of this week’s poem, is also available at this link.
The zip file size is 16.3MB with a total running time of 33m 52s.
All the files contained inside the zip are mp3, all with a bitrate of 64kb.

In addition to the readers, this audio book was produced by:
Book Coordinator: Ruth Golding
Meta-Coordinator/Cataloging: Ruth Golding

For Dolly, who does not Learn her Lessons

You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,
Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;
You see the gnomes, at work beneath the mountain,
Make gold and silver and diamonds every day;
You see the angels, sliding down the moonbeams,
Bring white dreams like sheaves of lilies fair;
You see the imps, scarce seen against the moonbeams,
Rise from the bonfire’s blue and liquid air.

All the enchantment, all the magic there is
Hid in trees and blossoms, to you is plain and true.
Dewdrops in lupin leaves are jewels for the fairies;
Every flower that blows is a miracle for you.
Air, earth, water, fire, spread their splendid wares for you.
Millions of magics beseech your little looks;
Every soul your winged soul meets, loves you and cares for you.
Ah! why must we clip those wings and dim those eyes with books?

Soon, soon enough the magic lights grow dimmer,
Marsh mists arise to cloud the radiant sky,
Dust of hard highways will veil the starry glimmer,
Tired hands will lay the folded magic by.
Storm winds will blow through those enchanted closes,
Fairies be crushed where weed and briar grow strong . . .
Leave her her crown of magic stars and roses,
Leave her her kingdom—she will not keep it long!


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