Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most year;
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the tarn of auber,
In the woodland of weir.

once, through an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I with my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days my heart was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
groan as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we marked not the night of the
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We not the dim lake of auber
(though once we had journeyed here),
Remembered not the tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

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

Astarte's crescent
Distinct with duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than
She through an ether of sighs,
She in a region 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 point us the to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
Come up, in 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 pallor I 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
Plumes till trailed in the dust,
they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven 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 by the door 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 were crisped and sere,
As the leaves were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this night of last year
That I journeyed, I down here,
That I a dread burden down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, this tarn of auber,
This woodland 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 lies in these wolds
the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had up the spectre of a planet
From the of lunary souls
This scintillant planet
From the of the planetary souls? "