Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The skies ashen and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The they were withering and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my immemorial year;
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the ghoul-haunted of weir.

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

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

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

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

She has seen the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has come the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the lethean peace of the
Come up, in 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 star I mistrust,
Her I strangely 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 trailed in the
In sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully in the dust.

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

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

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

Then my heart it grew and sober
As the that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were and sere,
And I cried: "it was surely
On very night of last year
I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread down here,
Of this of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has me here?
I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
I know, now, this dank tarn of auber,
This ghoul-haunted of weir."

Said we, 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 secret that lies in wolds
From the thing that hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a
the limbo of lunary souls
This scintillant planet
From the of the planetary souls? "