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 they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my most year;
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.

once, through 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 that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our memories were 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 lake of
(though once we had journeyed here),
Remembered not the dank of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the was senescent
And star-dials to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our path a
And lustre was born,
Out of which a crescent
with a duplicate horn

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

She has that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
love in her luminous eyes."

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

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

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be it will lead us aright;
We safely may trust to a
That 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 door of legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

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

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