Epigram & The Moon

As the links to the audio of these two poem recitations failed to appear in the last post, I am posting them here:

Epigram by Ernest Dowson

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode

Because I am idolatrous and have besought,
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my dreams have wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods, who brook no worship save their own, 

Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone. 

and

The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode

    The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

    She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

    On streets and fields and harbor quays,

    And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

    The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,

    The howling dog by the door of the house,

    The bat that lies in bed at noon,

    All love to be out by the light of the moon.

    But all of the things that belong to the day

    Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;

    And flowers and children close their eyes

    Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.