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 they were and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my most year;
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted of weir.

once, through an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These days when my heart was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
Their sulphurous down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That as they 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 were and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We noted not the dim of auber
(though we had journeyed down 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 a liquescent
And lustre was born,
Out of a miraculous crescent
Arose a duplicate horn

Astarte's crescent
Distinct it's duplicate horn.
And I "she is warmer than dian;
She rolls through an of sighs,
She reveals in a 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 lethean peace of the
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
"sadly this 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, sink her
Wings until they trailed in the
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 tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this light!
Its sibyllic splendor is
With hope and in to-night!

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

Thus I pacified psyche and 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 of a legended 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 it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this very night of last
That I journeyed, I down here,
That I brought a burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank of auber,
This woodland of weir."

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