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 were and sober,
The leaves they crisped and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted of weir.

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

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our memories were 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 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 was senescent
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 crescent
Arose with a duplicate

bediamonded crescent
Distinct with it's horn.
And I "she is warmer than dian;
She through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a of sighs:

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, the worm never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
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 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 sobbed, letting sink her
till they trailed in the dust,
Till sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us
We safely may trust to a
That cannot but 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 by the door of a tomb,
By the of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the of this legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and
As the leaves that crisped and sere,
As the leaves were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was surely
On this very night of year
I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a burden down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me
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
been 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 hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of lunary
This scintillant planet
the hell of the planetary souls? "