The skies they were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
” ” ” ” withering ” ”
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber—
” ” down ” ” dark tarn ” ”
In the misty mid region of Weir—
” ” ghoul-haunted woodland ” ”
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The New “Ulalume”
by Ambrose Bierce
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