| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | The Days End | | By Charles Baudelaire (18211867) |
| | Translated by Arthur Reed Ropes UNDER wan and hueless light, | |
| Life, that knows not rest nor shame, | |
| Runs or writhes without an aim; | |
| So, when on the verge of sight | |
| Rises the voluptuous Night, | 5 |
| Making even hunger stay, | |
| Hiding even shame away, | |
| Saith the poet, O delight! | |
| Rest at length for limbs and mind! | |
| With a weary heart that holds | 10 |
| Nought but visions gloomiest, | |
| Now I will lie down to rest, | |
| Wrapped within your curtained folds, | |
| Darkness comforting and kind! | | | | |
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