Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry
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Chapter 40 No.40

Strange voyagers, what tales of noble deeds

Deep in your dim sea-weary eyes one reads!

Open the casket where your memories are,

And show each jewel, fashioned from a star;

For I would travel without sail or wind,

And so, to lift the sorrow from my mind,

Let your long memories of sea-days far fled

Pass o'er my spirit like a sail

            
            

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