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



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First Line: Be wise, my sorrow! Keep thee now more still
Last Line: Hear, hear, dear friend, the steps of welcome night.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


BE wise, my Sorrow! Keep thee now more still;
Thou didst desire evening--lo! 'tis near;
Dark misty shadows all the city fill,
Bringing to some relief, to some a tear.

While the vile herd of men their moments kill
'Neath lust of pleasure, tyranny severe,
And reap remorse in the pursuit of ill,
My Sorrow, place thy hand in mine--come here

Far from them. See the years long dead, lean down
From heaven's high walls, in antiquated gown,
Regret, with smiles, springs from the depths to sight.

The dying sun sinks 'neath an arch to rest,
Like a long shroud drawn eastward to the west,
Hear, hear, dear friend, the steps of welcome night.





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