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

Here once, an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I with my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days when my was volcanic
As the scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
Their currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts they 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 journeyed here),
Remembered not the dank of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the was senescent
And pointed to morn,
As the hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a crescent
Arose with a horn

bediamonded crescent
Distinct with it's horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She rolls 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 point us the to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

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

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

Ah, we may trust to it's gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
We may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but 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 were by the door 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 that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this tarn of auber,
ghoul-haunted 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 lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of souls
sinfully scintillant planet
From the hell of the planetary "