But our love it was stronger by far than the love And neither the angels in heaven above, For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side In her tomb by the sounding sea. ULALUME HE skies they were ashen and sober; Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul- Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere, For we knew not the month was October, |