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 leaves they were 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 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 scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
Their sulphurous currents down
In the climes of the pole,
That as they roll down mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our they were palsied and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We not the dim lake of auber
(though once we had down here),
Remembered not the tarn of auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted of weir.

And now, as the was senescent
And star-dials to morn,
As the star-dials of morn,
At the end of our path a
And nebulous was born,
Out of which a crescent
with a duplicate horn

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

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has past the stars 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,
up through the lair of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

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

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

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We safely may trust to a
That cannot but 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 scruples and
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!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it ashen and sober
As the leaves that crisped and sere,
As the leaves that withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was october
On this very of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed here,
That I brought a dread down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
This mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this tarn of auber,
This woodland of weir."

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