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

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

Our talk had serious and sober,
But our thoughts they palsied and sere,
Our memories were and sere,
For we not the month was october,
And we not the night of the year
(ah, of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim of auber
(though once we had journeyed 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 which a crescent
Arose a duplicate horn

Astarte's bediamonded
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 that the tears are not dry on
cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come the stars 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,
Come up through the of the lion,
With love in her 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 she spoke, letting sink her
until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, sink her
Plumes they trailed 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 this light!
Its sibyllic is beaming
With hope and in to-night!

Ah, we safely may trust to gleaming,
And be sure it will us aright;
We safely may to a gleaming
That cannot but 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 scruples and
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 tomb? "
She "ulalume! ulalume!
the vault of thy lost ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and
As the leaves that were 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 journeyed here,
That I brought a burden down here,
Of night of all nights in the year,
Ah, demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim of auber,
misty mid region of weir,
Well I know, now, this dank 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 that lies hidden in wolds
Had drawn up the of a planet
From the limbo of souls
sinfully scintillant planet
From the of the planetary souls? "