Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my immemorial year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the woodland 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 that roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were 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 not the dim lake of auber
(though we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the tarn 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 than dian;
She rolls an ether of sighs,
She in a region of sighs:

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, the worm never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
up through the lair 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, sink her
Wings until they trailed in the
In agony sobbed, letting her
Plumes till they in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

I replied: "this is but dreaming:
Let us on by this light!
Let us in this crystalline light!
Its splendor is beaming
With and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we may trust to it's gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We may trust to a gleaming
cannot but guide us aright,
Since it up to heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified psyche and 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 door of a tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that crisped and sere,
As the leaves that withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this very night of year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
I brought a dread burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, dim lake of auber,
This mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, dank tarn of auber,
ghoul-haunted woodland of weir."

Said we, 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 that lies in these
From the thing that lies hidden in these
Had drawn up the spectre of a
the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully planet
From the of the planetary souls? "