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Jeff Buckley - Ulalume Lyrics

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  • (e.a.poe)
  • Jeff performed a reading of this poem by edgar allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.
  • The skies were ashen and sober,
  • The leaves they were crisped and sere,
  • The leaves they were withering and sere;
  • It was night in the lonesome october
  • Of my most immemorial year;
  • It was hard by the dim lake of auber,
  • In the misty mid region of weir,
  • It was down by the dank tarn of auber,
  • In the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.
  • Here once, through an alley, titanic,
  • Of cypress, I roamed with my soul,
  • Of cypress, with psyche, my soul.
  • These were days when my heart was volcanic
  • As the scoriac rivers that roll,
  • As the lavas that restlessly roll
  • Their sulphurous currents down yaaneck
  • In the ultimate climes of the pole,
  • That groan as they roll down mount yaaneck
  • In the realms of the boreal pole.
  • Our talk had been serious and sober,
  • But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
  • Our memories were treacherous and sere,
  • For we knew not the month was october,
  • And we marked not the night of the year
  • (ah, night of all nights in the year!);
  • We noted not the dim lake of auber
  • (though once we had journeyed down here),
  • Remembered not the dank tarn of auber,
  • Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.
  • And now, as the night was senescent
  • And star-dials pointed to morn,
  • As the star-dials hinted of morn,
  • At the end of our path a liquescent
  • And nebulous lustre was born,
  • Out of which a miraculous crescent
  • Arose with a duplicate horn
  • Astartes bediamonded crescent
  • Distinct with its duplicate horn.
  • And I said: she is warmer than dian;
  • She rolls through an ether of sighs,
  • She reveals in a region of sighs:
  • She has seen that the tears are not dry on
  • These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
  • And has come past the stars of the lion,
  • To point us the path to the skies,
  • To the lethean peace of the skies;
  • Come up, in despite of the lion,
  • To shine on us with her bright eyes,
  • Come up through the lair of the lion,
  • With love in her luminous eyes.
  • But psyche, uplifting her finger,
  • Said: sadly this star I mistrust,
  • Her pallor I strangely mistrust;
  • Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
  • Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must.
  • In terror she spoke, letting sink her
  • Wings until they trailed in the dust;
  • In agony sobbed, letting sink her
  • Plumes till they trailed in the dust,
  • Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
  • I replied: this is nothing but dreaming:
  • Let us on by this tremulous light!
  • Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
  • Its sibyllic splendor is beaming
  • With hope and in beauty to-night!
  • Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
  • And be sure it will lead us aright;
  • We safely may trust to a gleaming
  • That cannot but guide us aright,
  • Since it flickers up to heaven through the night.
  • Thus I pacified psyche and kissed her,
  • And tempted her out of her gloom,
  • And conquered her scruples and gloom;
  • And we passed to the end of the vista,
  • But were stopped by the door of a tomb,
  • By the door of a legended tomb,
  • And I said:what is written, sweet sister,
  • On the door of this legended tomb?
  • She replied: ulalume! ulalume!
  • tis the vault of thy lost ulalume!
  • Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
  • As the leaves that were crisped and sere,
  • As the leaves that were withering and sere,
  • And I cried: it was surely october
  • On this very night of last year
  • That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
  • That I brought a dread burden down here,
  • Of this night of all nights in the year,
  • Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
  • Well I know, now, this dim lake of auber,
  • This misty mid region of weir,
  • Well I know, now, this dank tarn of auber,
  • This ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.
  • Said we, then--the two, then--ah, can it
  • Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
  • The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
  • To bar up our way and to ban it
  • From the secret that lies in these wolds
  • From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
  • Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
  • From the limbo of lunary souls
  • This sinfully scintillant planet
  • From the hell of the planetary souls?

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