Flowers of Evil Compilation

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 ! 

- Charles Baudelaire