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 were and sober,
The leaves were crisped and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most year;
It was by the dim lake 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 roamed my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers roll,
As the lavas that roll
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll mount yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

Our talk had been and sober,
But our thoughts they palsied and sere,
Our memories 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 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 a liquescent
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a miraculous
Arose with a duplicate

bediamonded crescent
Distinct it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than
She rolls through an of sighs,
She in a region of sighs:

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
love in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly this 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, sink her
until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, sink her
till they trailed in the dust,
Till sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be it will lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
it flickers 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 stopped by the of a tomb,
By the door of a tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of this legended "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this very 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 mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank 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 that in these wolds
From the thing that hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of lunary
sinfully scintillant planet
From the of the planetary souls? "