Mist And Rain
Late autumns, winters, spring-times steeped in mud, anaesthetizing seasons! You I praise, and love for so enveloping my heart and brain in vaporous shrouds, in sepulchres of rain. In this vast landscape where chill south winds play, where long nights hoarsen the shrill weather-vane, it opens wide its ravens wings, my soul, freer than in times of mild renewal. Nothings sweeter to my heart, full of sorrows, on which the hoar-frost fell in some past time, O pallid seasons, queens of our clime, than the changeless look of your pale shadows, except, two by two, to lay our grief to rest in some moonless night, on a perilous bed.
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"Late autumns, winters, spring-times steeped in mud,..."
This evocative piece by Charles Baudelaire, titled "Mist And Rain", 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...