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 ashen and sober,
The leaves were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was down by the dank 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 when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down
In the ultimate of the pole,
That as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the realms of the pole.

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

And now, as the was senescent
And pointed to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous
Arose with a horn

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

She has that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
up through the lair 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 they trailed in the dust;
In sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till trailed in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

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

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

Then my heart it grew and sober
As the leaves that crisped and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On very night of last year
I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I a dread burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, dank tarn of auber,
This ghoul-haunted 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
From the thing that lies in these wolds
Had up the spectre of a planet
From the of lunary souls
This scintillant planet
From the hell of the planetary "