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Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were
She revels in an ether 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 skies - To the Lethean peace of the skies - Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes - Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes. ” But Psyche, uplifting her finger Said — “ Sadly this star I mistrust - Her pallor I strangely mistrust: - Oh hasten! — oh, let us...