by: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
- eseemeth thy glance, soft enshrouded with dew,
- Thy mysterious eyes (are they grey, green or blue?),
- Alternately cruel, and tender, and shy,
- Reflect both the languor and calm of the sky.
- Thou recall est those white dayswith shadows caressed,
- Engendering tears from th' enraptured breast,
- When racked by an anguish unfathomed that weeps,
- The nerves, too awake, jibe the spirit that sleeps.
- At timesthou art like those horizons divine,
- Where the suns of the nebulous seasons decline;
- How resplendent art thouO pasturage vast,
- Illumed by the beams of a sky overcast!
- O! dangerous dameoh seductive clime!
- As well, will I love both thy snow and thy rime,
- And shall I know how from the frosts to entice
- Delights that are keener than iron and ice?
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|"Overcast Sky" is reprinted from The Flowers of Evil. Charles Baudelaire. London: Elkin Mathews, 1909.