Music [Music Doth Oft Uplift Me Like A Sea]

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Title:     Music [Music Doth Oft Uplift Me Like A Sea]
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Music doth oft uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.

With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.

I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Music [Music Doth Oft Uplift Me Like A Sea]

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