Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of this by edgar allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.

The skies were and sober,
The they were crisped and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my most year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the dank of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted of weir.

once, through an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that roll
Their sulphurous down yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our they were palsied and sere,
Our memories treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We not the dim lake of auber
(though once we had down here),
Remembered not the dank of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the night was
And star-dials to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our path a
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a miraculous
Arose a duplicate horn

Astarte's crescent
with it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is than dian;
She through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of

She has that the tears are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly this I mistrust,
Her pallor I mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting her
Wings until they in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
till they trailed in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

I "this is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this light!
Let us in this crystalline light!
Its sibyllic splendor is
hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be it will lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven the night."

Thus I psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her and gloom;
And we to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the of a tomb,
By the of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of this tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew and sober
As the leaves were crisped and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this night of last year
I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I a dread burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what has tempted me here?
I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
This mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, dank tarn of auber,
This woodland of weir."

Said we, two, then--"ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish
The pitiful, the ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that in these wolds
From the that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the limbo of souls
This scintillant planet
the hell of the planetary souls? "