EVENING HARMONY
by: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
 he hour approacheth, when, as their stems incline,
- The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,
- And sounds and scents in the vesper breezes turn;
- A melancholy waltz—and a drowsiness divine.
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- The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,
- The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine.
- A melancholy waltz—and a drowsiness divine,
- The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern.
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- The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine;
- Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,
- The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern,
- The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine.
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- Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,
- Essay the wreaths of their faded Past to entwine,
- The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine,
- Thy thought within me glows like an incense urn.
| "Evening Harmony" is reprinted from The Flowers of Evil. Charles Baudelaire. London: Elkin Mathews, 1909. |
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