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Calm

Have patience,

O my sorrow, and be still.

You asked for night: it falls: it is here.

A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the hill,to some men bringing peace, to others care.

While the vile human multitude goes to earn remorse, in servile pleasure’s play,under the lash of joy, the torturer, whois pitiless,

Sadness, come, far away:

Give me your hand.

See, where the lost yearslean from the balcony in their outdated gear,where regret, smiling, surges from the watery deeps.

Underneath some archway, the dying lightsleeps, and, like a long shroud trailing from the East,listen, dear one, listen to the soft onset of night.

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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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