Apollo
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Lyrics
Echoes from the evening of a dawn Echoes from the mountains there is no sound Who from olympus watch our destinies Whence that completed forms of all completness Before the crystal heavens darken, I watch and dote upon the silver lakes Pictur'd in western cloudiness, that takes The semblance of gold rocks and bright gold sands, Islands, and creeks, and amber-fretted strands With horses prancing o'er them, palaces At last into a dark and vapoury tent— Whereat, methought, the lidless-eyed train Of planets all were in the blue again. To commune with those orbs, once more I rais'd
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Song Details
- Duration
- 07:57
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 126 BPM