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 were crisped and sere,
The leaves they withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most immemorial
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 with my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll down yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

Our talk had been 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 night of the
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though once we had down here),
Remembered not the tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted 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
Arose with a duplicate

bediamonded crescent
Distinct with duplicate horn.
And I "she is warmer than dian;
She rolls through an of sighs,
She in a region of sighs:

She has that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
love in her luminous eyes."

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

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

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

Thus I psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And her scruples 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!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

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

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