Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The were ashen and sober,
The leaves they crisped and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the tarn of auber,
In the woodland 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 ultimate 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 treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the was october,
And we marked not the night of the
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We not the dim lake of auber
(though we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the was senescent
And pointed to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And lustre was born,
Out of a miraculous crescent
with a duplicate horn

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

She has that the tears are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

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

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

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
We may trust to a gleaming
That but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to 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 stopped by the door 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 vault of thy ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this very of last 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,
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 that 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 lies hidden in wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of lunary
This sinfully planet
From the hell of the souls? "