The New “Ulalume”

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 ” ”