Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of 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 they crisped and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my immemorial year;
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 was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
Their sulphurous currents down
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount
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 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 woodland of weir.

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

Astarte's crescent
with it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She rolls through an of sighs,
She in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, where the never dies,
And has come the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
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 this 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, letting her
Wings they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
till they trailed in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us
We may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but us aright,
Since it flickers up to 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 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!
'tis the of thy lost ulalume!"

my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the that were crisped and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this very night of last
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
I brought a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all in the year,
Ah, what has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, dim lake 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
Have been the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in wolds
the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of souls
This sinfully planet
From the hell of the souls? "