| Mist and Rain O ends of autumn, winters, springtimes drenched with mud, Seasons that lull to sleep! I love you, I praise you For enfolding my heart and mind thus In a misty shroud and a filmy tomb. On that vast plain where the cold south wind plays, Where in the long, dark nights the weather-cock grows hoarse, My soul spreads wide its raven wings More easily than in the warm springtide. Nothing is sweeter to a gloomy heart On which the hoar-frost has long been falling, Than the permanent aspect of your pale shadows, O wan seasons, queens of our clime — Unless it be to deaden suffering, side by side In a casual bed, on a moonless night. — Charles Baudelaire |










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Great work!
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George
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