Sonnet of Autumn by Charles Pierre Baudelaire: In the autumnal twilight, when the sun sets slow, And the horizon's gold, like liquid glow, Fades to a soft, ethereal light, so low, That all around, in stillness, all things know. The trees, once green, now brown and bare, stand tall, As if to guard the secret of their fall; And in the breeze, a melancholy call, Echoes the passing of the season's hall. Please provide your request or question regarding this sonnet.
By Charles Pierre Baudelaire · First published 1857 · Genre: Poetry, Romanticism, Symbolism