Burial
If on some woebegone night A generous Christian soul Behind an old garbage-dump, might Drop your proud corpse in a hole, When the chaste stars are nodding their heads And closing their eyes to the earth, There the spider will weave her web, While the viper is giving birth; You will listen the whole long year Above your cursed bones To wolvish howls, and then To starving witches' moans, Frolics of dirty old men, Plottings of black racketeers.
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"If on some woebegone night..."
This evocative piece by Charles Baudelaire, titled "Burial", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...