Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SELF-COMMUNING, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE



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First Line: Be wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest
Last Line: The soft night draws her long shroud down the skies.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


BE wise, my sorrow, quit thy vain unrest,
Now falls the twilight of thine eager plea;
The dim haze wraps the city vaporously
In peace or leaves long weariness unblest.
Now doth the soulless rabble, lust-possest,
Beneath the unsparing goad of Pleasure flee
To reap remorse in foul satiety.
Come, O my sorrow, on serener quest.

Behold the lost years of thy life that lean
From heaven's high balcony in garments mean;
Behold Regret from the deep waters rise.
While the dim sun drifts downward to his bed,
Hearken how eastward with unechoing tread
The soft Night draws her long shroud down the skies.





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