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 they were and sere,
The leaves they withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my immemorial year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the 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.
were days when 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 as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts 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 noted not the dim of auber
(though we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

And now, as the night was
And star-dials to morn,
As the hinted of morn,
At the end of our a liquescent
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a crescent
Arose with a duplicate

bediamonded crescent
Distinct with duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She rolls an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a of sighs:

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, the worm never dies,
And has come past the of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
love 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
until they trailed in the dust;
In sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes they trailed in the dust,
Till they trailed in the dust.

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

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

Thus I pacified psyche and her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her and gloom;
And we to the end of the vista,
But were by the door of a tomb,
By the door of a tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sister,
On the of this legended tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis the vault of thy ulalume!"

my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the that were crisped and sere,
As the that were withering and sere,
And I "it was surely october
On this very night of last
That I journeyed, I down here,
That I brought a dread burden here,
Of this 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,
I know, now, this dank tarn 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 lies in these wolds
From the that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a
From the of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant
From the of the planetary souls? "