Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SOIS SAGE O MA DOULEUR, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE



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SOIS SAGE O MA DOULEUR, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Peace, be at peace, o thou my heaviness
Last Line: And her long robe trails all about the south.


Peace, be at peace, O thou my heaviness,
Thou calledst for the evening, lo! 'tis here,
The City wears a somber atmosphere
That brings repose to some, to some distress.
Now while the heedless throng make haste to press
Where pleasure drives them, ruthless charioteer,
To pluck the fruits of sick remorse and fear,
Come thou with me, and leave their fretfulness.
See how they hang from heaven's high balconies,
The old lost years in faded garments dressed,
And see Regret with faintly smiling mouth;
And while the dying sun sinks in the west,
Hear how, far off, Night walks with velvet tread,
And her long robe trails all about the south.






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