Autumn Sonnet
I hear them say to me, your crystal eyes, 'Strange love, what merit do you find in me?' Be charming and be still! My heart, disturbed By all except the candour of the flesh Prefers to hide the secret of its hell From you whose hand would rock me into sleep, Nor will it show the legend writ with flame. Passion I hate, and spirit plays me false! Let us love gently. Eros in his den, Hiding in sombre ambush, bends his bow. I know his arsenal, his worn-out bolts, Crime, madness, horror-oh pale marguerite, Are we not both like the autumnal sun, My o so cool, my fading Marguerite?
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"I hear them say to me, your crystal eyes,..."
This evocative piece by Charles Baudelaire, titled "Autumn Sonnet", 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...