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 were ashen and sober,
The leaves were crisped and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the 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 days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
Their sulphurous down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount
In the realms of the pole.

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

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

bediamonded crescent
Distinct with duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than
She through 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 the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous 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 until they in the dust;
In agony sobbed, sink her
Plumes till trailed in the dust,
Till sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We may trust to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
Since it up to heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and
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 of this legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost 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 down here,
That I brought a dread burden here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
misty mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, dank tarn of auber,
This ghoul-haunted of weir."

Said we, two, then--"ah, can it
been that the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the that lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the of lunary souls
sinfully scintillant planet
From the hell of the souls? "