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 and sere;
It was in the lonesome october
Of my most immemorial
It was by the dim lake of auber,
In the misty mid of weir,
It was by the dank tarn of auber,
In the woodland of weir.

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

Our talk had been and sober,
But our they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we marked not the of the year
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of
(though once we had down here),
not the dank 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 a liquescent
And lustre was born,
Out of a miraculous crescent
Arose with a horn

Astarte's crescent
Distinct with duplicate horn.
And I "she is warmer than 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 the stars of the lion,
To point us the to the skies,
To the peace of the skies;
Come up, in of the lion,
To shine on us with her eyes,
Come up through the of the lion,
With in her luminous eyes."

But psyche, her finger,
Said: "sadly star I mistrust,
Her pallor I mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, sink her
Wings they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting her
Plumes till trailed in the dust,
Till 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 hope and in to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to 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 psyche and kissed her,
And her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and
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 door of 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 were withering and sere,
And I cried: "it was surely
On this very of last year
That I journeyed, I down here,
I brought a dread burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
This misty mid of weir,
I know, now, this dank tarn of auber,
This woodland of weir."

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