Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies were and sober,
The they were crisped and sere,
The they 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 woodland of weir.

Here once, 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 restlessly roll
Their currents down yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the 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 once we had down here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the night was
And pointed 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 bediamonded
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 seen that the are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
up through the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

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

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

Ah, we may trust to it's gleaming,
And be it will lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to 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 of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of this 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 leaves that withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I brought a dread down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, this tarn 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
From the secret lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the of lunary souls
This sinfully planet
From the hell of the souls? "