Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888.
The Days EndCharles Baudelaire (18211867)
Translated by Arthur Reed Ropes
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Life, that knows not rest nor shame,
Runs or writhes without an aim;
So, when on the verge of sight
Rises the voluptuous Night,
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
Nought but visions gloomiest,
Now I will lie down to rest,
Wrapped within your curtained folds,
Darkness comforting and kind!”