The skies they were ashen and sober;
the leaves they were crispéd and sere—
the leaves they were withering and sere;
it was night in the lonesome october
of my most immemorial year;
it was hard by the dim lake of auber,
in the misty mid region of weir—
it was down by the dank tarn of auber,
in the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

here once, through an alley titanic,
of cypress, i roamed with my soul—
of cypress, with psyche, my soul.
these were days when my heart was volcanic
as the scoriac rivers that roll—
as the lavas that restlessly roll
their sulphurous currents down yaanek
in the ultimate climes of the pole—
that groan as they roll down mount yaanek
in the realms of the boreal pole.

our talk had been serious and sober,
but our thoughts they were palsied and sere—
our memories were treacherous and sere—
for we knew not the month was october,
and we marked not the night of the year—
(ah, night of all nights in the year! )
we noted not the dim lake of auber—
(though once we had journeyed down here)—
we remembered not the dank tarn of auber,
nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir.

source: poe, edgar allan. “ulalume.” poetry foundation. poetry foundation, n. d. web. 24 june 2011.

which words from the poem evoke the mood and set a place and time?

once journeyed, marked not, our talk
thoughts, currents, soul, ultimate climes
days, heart, pole, rivers, alley, titanic
withering leaves, ghoul-haunted, dim lake

Letter D. withering leaves, ghoul-haunted, dim lake

arah orne jewett first published "a white heron" in her 1886 collection, "a white heron and other stories." this short story tells the tale of what happens when sylvia, a 9-year-old girl living deep in the forest with her grandmother, meets a young hunter looking to capture, and kill, the white heron living in sylvia's woods. the climax occurs when sylvia must decide whether to him or protect the bird.

rising action

leading up to the climax of the story, the nameless young hunter befriends sylvia and her grandmother, mrs. tilly. he explains to mrs. tilly that he is bent on "stuffing and preserving" a little white heron that he believes lives near their cottage. mrs. tilly offers up that "[t]here ain't a foot o' ground" that sylvia doesn't know and suggests that she may be able to him find the bird.

climax

after following, but not really , the young hunter on his search for the heron, sylvia slips out of bed alone in the middle of the night to find the heron for herself. perched at the top of a gigantic pine tree, sylvia spots the heron, and its nest, in a dead hemlock tree across the way. the following morning she returns home to find her grandmother and the hunter waiting for her at the door. in the moment when she plans to tell the hunter where to find the heron, she suddenly decides to protect the heron and remain silent; even the promise of much needed money does not sway her.

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