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The End of the Day

In all its raucous

Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light,

With little cause or consequence;

And when, with darkling skies, the

Casts over all its sensuous balm,

Quells hunger's pangs and, in like wise,

Quells shame beneath its pall of calm,"Aha, at last!" the Poet sighs."My mind, my bones, yearn,

For sweet repose unburdening.

Heart full of dire, funeral thought,

I will lie out; your folds will

About me: veils of shadow wrought,

O darkness, cool and comforting!"

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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Pierre Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and one o…
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