Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies ashen and sober,
The they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was down by the 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 heart was
As the scoriac rivers 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 realms of the pole.

Our had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were and sere,
Our memories treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though we had journeyed down here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the was senescent
And pointed to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our path a
And lustre was born,
Out of which a crescent
Arose a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded
Distinct with it's horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than
She rolls an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a of sighs:

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has come past the 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 with her eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
"sadly this 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, sink her
Wings they trailed in the dust;
In sobbed, letting sink 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 splendor is beaming
hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
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 stopped by the of a tomb,
By the of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of this legended "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the leaves that withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On very night of last year
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,
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 merciful
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret lies in these wolds
the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant
From the of the planetary souls? "