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 skies were and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most year;
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was by the dank 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 scoriac that roll,
As the lavas that roll
Their sulphurous currents yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll mount yaaneck
In the of the boreal pole.

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts were palsied and sere,
Our were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the was october,
And we marked not the night of the
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

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

Astarte's bediamonded
Distinct it's duplicate horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She through an ether 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 come past the of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us with her 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
until they trailed in the dust;
In sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully in the dust.

I replied: "this is but dreaming:
Let us on by this 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 safely may trust to a
That cannot but us aright,
Since it up to heaven through 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 stopped by the 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 of thy lost ulalume!"

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

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