Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

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

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

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts they palsied and sere,
Our memories treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we marked not the night of the
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We not the dim lake of auber
(though we had journeyed down here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

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

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

She has that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the never dies,
And has come 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,
up through the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting her
Wings they trailed 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 bathe in this light!
Its sibyllic splendor is
With and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we may trust to it's gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us
We may trust to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven the night."

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

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

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