"PS-400 Old Poets- Xanadu" by Numi Who

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words derived from the poem "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge xanadu_parametric_play.mp3

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #27

Peak in subgenre #7

Author

Words: Samuel Taylor Coleridge; Music: wbiro

Rights

2012 wbiro

Uploaded

August 27, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.5 MB • 192 kbps • 2:33

Lyrics

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree,
Where Alph, the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to the sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round,
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree,
And here were forests ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision I once saw,
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played
Her symphony and song:

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves,
Where was heard the mingling measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome, those caves of ice,
And all who heard would see them there!

From "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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