Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott
Oft Music possesses me like the seas!
To my planet pale,
'Neath a ceiling of mist, in the lofty breeze,
I set my sail.
With inflated lungs and expanded chest,
Like to a sail,
On the backs of the heaped-up billows I rest—
Which the shadows veil—
I feel all the anguish within me arise
Of a ship in distress;
The tempest, the rain, 'neath the lowering skies,
My body caress;
At times, the calm pool or the mirror clear
Of my despair!