CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Paolo (John Keats’ Interlude)
"... But to that second circle of sad hell
Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw
Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm."
Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw
Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm."
