After Dark Vapours Have Oppressed Our Plains
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Lyrics
[John Keats poem] After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May, The eyelids with the passing coolness play, Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains. And calmest thoughts come round us
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:15
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 144 BPM