Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by 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 they withering and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my most 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 woodland 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 scoriac that roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as roll down mount yaaneck
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 knew not the 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 once we had down here),
not the dank 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 a liquescent
And lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous
Arose with a duplicate

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

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has past 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 on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
With love in her 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, letting her
Wings until trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
Plumes till they in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully in the dust.

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

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

I pacified 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 by the door 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!"

Then my heart it ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the leaves were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I brought a dread burden 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 ghoul-haunted of weir."

Said we, two, then--"ah, can it
Have been 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 of a planet
the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully planet
the hell of the planetary souls? "