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 ashen and sober,
The leaves they crisped and sere,
The leaves they were and sere;
It was night in the october
Of my most year;
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the mid region of weir,
It was down by the dank of auber,
In the woodland of weir.

Here once, an alley, titanic,
Of cypress, I with my soul,
Of cypress, psyche, my soul.
These were days when my heart was
As the scoriac rivers roll,
As the lavas that restlessly
sulphurous currents down yaaneck
In the ultimate of the pole,
That groan as they roll mount yaaneck
In the realms of the 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 not the night of the year
(ah, night of all in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though once we had down here),
not the dank tarn of auber,
Nor the woodland of weir.

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

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

She has seen that the are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
up, in despite of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
up through the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
"sadly this 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, letting her
until they trailed in the dust;
In sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they 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 sibyllic is beaming
hope and in beauty to-night!

Ah, we safely may to it's gleaming,
And be sure it lead us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
cannot but guide 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 stopped 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!"

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

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