Meditation

Charles Baudelaire & Cyril Scott * Track #5 On The Flowers of Evil (translated by Cyril Scott)

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Album The Flowers of Evil (translated by Cyril Scott)

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Charles Baudelaire

1909

Meditation by Charles Baudelaire (Ft. Cyril Scott)

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Charles BaudelaireCyril Scott

Meditation Annotated

Be wise, O my Woe, seek thy grievance to drown,
Thou didst call for the night, and behold it is here,
An atmosphere sombre, envelopes the town,
To some bringing peace and to others a care.

Whilst the manifold souls of the vile multitude,
'Neath the lash of enjoyment, that merciless sway,
Go plucking remorse from the menial brood,
From them far, O my grief, hold my hand, come this way.

Behold how they beckon, those years, long expired,
From Heaven, in faded apparel attired,
How Regret, smiling, foams on the waters like yeast;

Its arches of slumber the dying sun spreads,
And like a long winding-sheet dragged to the East,
Oh, hearken Beloved, how the Night softly treads!

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