Music
Music doth 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!
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"Music doth uplift me like a sea..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "Music"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...