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 ashen and sober,
The they were crisped and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my most immemorial
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the mid region 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 were days my heart was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the lavas that roll
Their sulphurous currents yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had 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 of the year
(ah, of all nights 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 night was
And pointed to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And nebulous was born,
Out of a miraculous crescent
Arose with a horn

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

She has seen the tears are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
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,
"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 in the dust;
In agony sobbed, sink her
Plumes they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We safely may trust to a
That but guide 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 this tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

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

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