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The skies were ashen and sober
The leaves were crisped and sere
It was night in the lonesome October
By the dim lake of Auber
In the misty region of Weir
Ulalume, Ulalume
Whisper through the cypress trees
Ulalume, lost and doomed
Echo in the autumn breeze
I roamed with my Soul, with Psyche
Through an alley Titanic, tall
My heart was volcanic, burning deeply
Like lavas that roll, that fall
Down Mount Yaanek, cold and pale
In the realms of the Boreal Pole
Ulalume, Ulalume
Whisper through the cypress trees
Ulalume, lost and doomed
Echo in the autumn breeze
Ulalume, Ulalume
Whisper through the cypress trees
Ulalume, lost and doomed
Echo in the autumn breeze
Sadly this star I mistrust
Ah, fly! — let us fly! — for we must
This is nothing but dreaming
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Its splendor beams with Hope tonight
Surely it will guide us aright
We passed to the end of the vista
But were stopped by the door of a tomb
A legend, a silence so vast
I asked: What is written, sweet sister?
She replied: Ulalume — Ulalume!
‘T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Ulalume, Ulalume
Whisper through the cypress trees
Ulalume, lost and doomed
Echo in the autumn breeze
Ulalume, Ulalume
Whisper through the cypress trees
Ulalume, lost and doomed
Echo in the autumn breeze
Then my heart grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were withering and sere
It was surely October last year
What demon hath tempted me here?
Ulalume… Ulalume
Whisper… remember
Ulalume… Ulalume
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