Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.

The skies ashen and sober,
The leaves were crisped and sere,
The leaves they withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome
Of my immemorial year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the dank 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 restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down
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 were treacherous and sere,
For we not the month 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 journeyed here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland 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 with a duplicate

bediamonded crescent
Distinct it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer than
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 the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly this 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
until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
Plumes till they in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully in the dust.

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

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
it flickers up to heaven through the night."

Thus I psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and
And we to the end of the vista,
But stopped by the door 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!"

my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the leaves that withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this very night of year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I brought a burden down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This misty mid 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 lies in wolds
the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the limbo of souls
This scintillant planet
From the hell of the souls? "