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The skies they were ashen and sober; |небо||||| Os||||acinzentados||sóbrio

The leaves they were crispéd and sere— ||||||dry and withered ||||crespos||secas

The leaves they were withering and sere; ||||murchando||

It was night in the lonesome October |||||solitário|

Of my most immemorial year;

It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, |era||||pálido|||

In the misty mid region of Weir— ||nebulosa|meio|||Weir

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, |||||damp and musty|small mountain lake|| |||||úmido|lago||

In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. ||no bosque assombrado pelos ghouls de Weir|assombrada|na floresta||

--

Here once, through an alley Titanic, ||||narrow passageway| ||||beco|

Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul— |Evergreen tree||wandered||| |cipreste||vaguei|||

Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. |||Psique||

These were days when my heart was volcanic

As the scoriac rivers that roll— ||molten lava flows||| ||escoriáceas|||

As the lavas that restlessly roll ||||without pause| ||lavas|||

Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek ||||volcanic region

In the ultimate climes of the pole— ||||||Arctic or Antarctic

That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek

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— |||||withered and dry

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— |paid attention to||||||

(Though once we had journeyed down here)—

We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,

Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

--

And now, as the night was senescent ||||||growing old

And star-dials pointed to morn— ||starry timepieces|||morning or dawn

As the star-dials hinted of morn—

At the end of our path a liquescent |||||||melting or fluid

And nebulous lustre was born,

Out of which a miraculous crescent

Arose with a duplicate horn—

Astarte's bediamonded crescent |adorned with diamonds|

Distinct with its duplicate horn.

--

And I said—"She is warmer than Dian:

She rolls through an ether of sighs—

She revels 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:— |paleness|||doubt or suspect

Oh, hasten! |Hurry up! oh, let us not linger! ||||stay too long

Oh, fly!—let us fly!—for we must."

In terror she spoke, letting sink her |||||fall down|

Wings till they trailed in the dust—

In agony sobbed, letting sink her ||cried uncontrollably|||

Plumes till they trailed in the dust—

Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. |||dragged behind|||

--

I replied—"This is nothing but dreaming:

Let us on by this tremulous light!

Let us bathe in this crystalline light!

Its Sybilic splendor is beaming |mysterious and prophetic|||radiating brightly

With Hope and in Beauty to-night:— ||||||this evening

See!—it flickers up the sky through the night! ||shines intermittently||||||

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— ||||||sadness

And conquered her scruples and gloom: |||moral hesitations||

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 crispèd and sere— |||||curled and dry||

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—

On this night of all nights in the year,

Oh, what demon has tempted me here?

Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber— |||||dark and gloomy||belonging to|

This misty mid region of Weir— |||||Enchanted boundary area

Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber— |||||gloomy and damp|small mountain lake||

In the 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— |Pathetic|||

To bar up our way and to ban it |||||||Prohibit|

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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Read by Jeff Buckley.