Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The were ashen and sober,
The they were crisped and sere,
The leaves were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was down by the dank 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 lavas that restlessly
Their sulphurous down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as roll down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our had been serious and sober,
But our they 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 not the dim lake of auber
(though we had journeyed 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 path a
And nebulous was born,
Out of a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate

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

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
up through the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

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

I replied: "this is but dreaming:
Let us on by tremulous light!
Let us bathe in crystalline light!
Its sibyllic is beaming
hope and in beauty to-night!

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

Thus I pacified and kissed 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 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!"

Then my 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
I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread burden here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, dim lake of auber,
misty mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank of auber,
This ghoul-haunted of weir."

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