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 account of rabies, by hal willner.

The skies were and sober,
The leaves they crisped and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my immemorial 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 ghoul-haunted of weir.

Here once, an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers roll,
As the lavas that roll
Their sulphurous currents yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll down yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

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

And now, as the night was
And star-dials to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a crescent
Arose with a horn

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

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, the worm never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
love in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
"sadly this star 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, letting her
Wings until they trailed in the
In sobbed, letting 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 in this crystalline light!
Its splendor is beaming
With hope and in to-night!

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

I pacified psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her and gloom;
And we to the end of the vista,
But stopped by the door of a tomb,
By the of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the of this legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew and sober
As the that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this very night of year
That I journeyed, I down here,
That I brought a dread down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has me here?
Well I know, now, dim lake of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank of auber,
This ghoul-haunted of weir."

we, then--the 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 in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these
Had up the spectre of a planet
From the of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant
From the hell of the planetary "