Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skies they were ashen and sober;<br> The leaves they were crisped and sere-<br> The leaves they were withering and sere;<br> It was night in the lonesome October<br> Of my most immemorial year;<br> It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,<br> In the misty mid region of Weir-<br> It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,<br> In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here once, through an alley Titanic,<br> Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul-<br> Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.<br> There were days when my heart was volcanic<br> As the scoriac rivers that roll-<br> As the lavas that restlessly roll<br> Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek<br> In the ultimate climes of the pole-<br> That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek<br> In the realms of the boreal pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our talk had been serious and sober,<br> But our thoughts they were palsied and sere-<br> Our memories were treacherous and sere-<br> For we knew not the month was October,<br> And we marked not the night of the year-<br> (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)<br> We noted not the dim lake of Auber-<br> (Though once we had journeyed down here),<br> Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,<br> Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And now, as the night was senescent,<br> And star-dials pointed to morn-<br> As the star-dials hinted of morn-<br> At the end of our path a liquescent<br> And nebulous lustre was born,<br> Out of which a miraculous crescent<br> Arose with a duplicate horn-<br> Astarte's bediamonded crescent<br> Distinct with its duplicate horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And I said- 'She is warmer than Dian:<br> She rolls through an ether of sighs-<br> She revels in a region of sighs:<br> She has seen that the tears are not dry on<br> These cheeks, where the worm never dies,<br> And has come past the stars of the Lion,<br> To point us the path to the skies-<br> To the Lethean peace of the skies-<br> Come up, in despite of the Lion,<br> To shine on us with her bright eyes-<br> Come up through the lair of the Lion,<br> With love in her luminous eyes.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But Psyche, uplifting her finger,<br> Said- 'Sadly this star I mistrust-<br> Her pallor I strangely mistrust:-<br> Oh, hasten!- oh, let us not linger!<br> Oh, fly!- let us fly!- for we must.'<br> In terror she spoke, letting sink her<br> Wings until they trailed in the dust-<br> In agony sobbed, letting sink her<br> Plumes till they trailed in the dust-<br> Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I replied- 'This is nothing but dreaming:<br> Let us on by this tremulous light!<br> Let us bathe in this crystalline light!<br> Its Sybilic splendor is beaming<br> With Hope and in Beauty to-night:-<br> See!- it flickers up the sky through the night!<br> Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,<br> And be sure it will lead us aright-<br> We safely may trust to a gleaming<br> That cannot but guide us aright,<br> Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,<br> And tempted her out of her gloom-<br> And conquered her scruples and gloom;<br> And we passed to the end of the vista,<br> But were stopped by the door of a tomb-<br> By the door of a legended tomb;<br> And I said- 'What is written, sweet sister,<br> On the door of this legended tomb?'<br> She replied- 'Ulalume- Ulalume-<br> 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then my heart it grew ashen and sober<br> As the leaves that were crisped and sere-<br> As the leaves that were withering and sere-<br> And I cried- 'It was surely October<br> On this very night of last year<br> That I journeyed- I journeyed down here-<br> That I brought a dread burden down here-<br> On this night of all nights in the year,<br> Ah, what demon has tempted me here?<br> Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber-<br> This misty mid region of Weir-<br> Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,<br> This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373685" data-title="To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad de Edgar Allan Poe" data-description="The skies they 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 regi..."></div>
</div>
</div>