Luyện nghe bài hát Ulalume

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

The were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were and sere,
The leaves they were withering and
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial
It was hard by the dim of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was down by the tarn 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 when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers roll,
As the lavas restlessly roll
Their currents down yaaneck
In the climes of the pole,
That groan as 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 marked not the night of the
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim of auber
(though once we had down here),
Remembered not the dank 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 a miraculous crescent
Arose a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded
Distinct with it's horn.
And I said: "she is warmer dian;
She rolls an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of

She has seen that the are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has past the stars of the lion,
To us the path to the skies,
To the lethean of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us her bright eyes,
Come up the lair of the lion,
With love in her eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
"sadly this star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely
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 agony sobbed, letting her
till they trailed in the dust,
Till sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

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

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

Thus I pacified and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her and gloom;
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 door of this legended "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were 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 dread burden here,
Of night 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,
Well I know, now, this dank of auber,
This woodland of weir."

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