The Best Halloween Poems–Episode 16: “Ulalume” By Edgar Allan Poe

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The season of Halloween has arrived! To celebrate we will be presenting one poem nightly of the best Halloween poems ever conjured to terrify and delight! And remember, devilishly devoted to horror…and Halloween, may your souls always be!

Our sixteenth episode is Edgar Allan Poe’s “Ulalume”. Enjoy!

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  1. Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
    As the leaves that were crisped and sere—
    As the leaves that were withering and sere;
    And I cried: “It was surely October
    On this very night of last year
    That I journeyed—I journeyed down here!—
    That I brought a dread burden down here—
    On this night of all nights in the year,
    Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
    Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber—
    This misty mid region of Weir—
    Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
    This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”–Edgar Allan Poe


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