Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisp√®d and sereвБ†вАФ
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 WeirвБ†вАФ
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 SoulвБ†вАФ
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that rollвБ†вАФ
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the poleвБ†вАФ
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 sereвБ†вАФ
Our memories were treacherous and sereвБ†вАФ
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the yearвБ†вАФ
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of AuberвБ†вАФ
(Though once we had journeyed down here)вБ†вАФ
We 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 mornвБ†вАФ
As the sun-dials hinted of mornвБ†вАФ
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate hornвБ†вАФ
AstarteвАЩs bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I saidвБ†вАФвАЬShe is warmer than Dian:
She rolls through an ether of sighsвБ†вАФ
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 skiesвБ†вАФ
To the Lethean peace of the skiesвБ†вАФ
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyesвБ†вАФ
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes.вАЭ
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
SaidвБ†вАФвАЬSadly this star I mistrustвБ†вАФ
Her pallor I strangely mistrustвБ†вАФ
Oh, hasten!вБ†вАФoh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly!вБ†вАФlet us fly!вБ†вАФfor we must.вАЭ
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dustвБ†вАФ
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dustвБ†вАФ
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I repliedвБ†вАФвАЬThis is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybillic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-nightвБ†вАФ
See!вБ†вАФit flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us arightвБ†вАФ
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That can not but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.вАЭ
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloomвБ†вАФ
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tombвБ†вАФ
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I saidвБ†вАФвАЬWhat is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?вАЭ
She repliedвБ†вАФвАЬUlalumeвБ†вАФUlalumeвБ†вАФ
вАЩTis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!вАЭ
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisp√®d and sereвБ†вАФ
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I criedвБ†вАФвАЬIt was surely October
On this very night of last year,
That I journeyedвБ†вАФI journeyed down hereвБ†вАФ
That I brought a dread burden down here!
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of AuberвБ†вАФ
This misty mid region of WeirвБ†вАФ
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of AuberвБ†вАФ
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.вАЭ