Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies ashen and sober,
The leaves were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the woodland of weir.

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

Our talk had been and sober,
But our thoughts they palsied and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though once we had down here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

And now, as the night was
And pointed to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a miraculous
Arose with a 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 worm dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
Come up, in of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
up through the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

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

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

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

Thus I psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And her scruples and gloom;
And we to the end of the vista,
But stopped by the door 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 vault of thy ulalume!"

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

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