ULALUME The skies they were ashen and sober; Of my most immemorial year; In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic 5 10 They were days when my heart was volcanic 15 As the lavas that restlessly roll In the ultimate climes of the pole, Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek 20 Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sear, 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!) 25 We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here), Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber And now, as the night was senescent Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said "She is warmer than Dian: She has seen that the tears are not dry on To shine on us with her bright eyes: But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Oh, fly! — let us fly! for we must." |