"Into the misty mid region of Weir"; here is where this music takes you if you listen from beginning to end.
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wftjgLr4Yds

