Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies ashen and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The they 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 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.
were days when my heart was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the that restlessly roll
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been and sober,
But our thoughts they were and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we marked not the of the year
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim 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 star-dials of morn,
At the end of our path a
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a miraculous
with a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded
Distinct it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She through an ether of sighs,
She in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, the worm never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us her bright 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 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
Plumes till they in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

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

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

Thus I pacified and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and
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 legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

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

we, then--the 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 thing lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant
From the hell of the planetary "