Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies were and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted of weir.

once, through 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 that restlessly roll
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our were 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 of auber
(though once we had 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 hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a
And lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous
with a duplicate horn

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

She has seen that the 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 lethean of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly this I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, sink her
Wings until trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
Plumes till trailed in the dust,
they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

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

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