Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

(e.a.poe)
Jeff a reading 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 leaves were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and
It was night in the october
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the woodland of weir.

Here once, an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days when my was volcanic
As the rivers that roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
Their sulphurous down yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll down mount
In the of the boreal pole.

Our had been serious and sober,
But our they were palsied and sere,
Our memories treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we marked not the night of the
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim of auber
(though once we had down here),
Remembered not the 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 nebulous was born,
Out of which a crescent
Arose a duplicate horn

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

She has that the tears are not dry on
cheeks, where 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;
up, in despite of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
up through the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

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

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

Ah, we may trust to it's gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We may trust to a gleaming
cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven the night."

Thus I 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 door of a tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the door of this legended "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the of thy lost ulalume!"

my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On very night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I a dread burden down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, what has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank of auber,
ghoul-haunted woodland 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
the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant
the hell of the planetary souls? "