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A Madrigal of Sorrow
by Charles Baudelaire What do I care though you be wise? Be sad, be beautiful; your tears But add one more charm to your eyes, As streams to valleys where they rise; And fairer ever flower appears After the storm. I love you most When joy has fled your brow downcast; When your heart is in horror lost, And over your present like a ghost Floats the dark shadow of the past. I love you when the teardrop flows, Hot as blood, from your large eye; When I would hush you to repose Your heavy pain breaks forth and grows Into a loud and tortured cry. And then, voluptuousness divine! Delicious ritual and profound! I drink in every sob like wine, And dream that in your deep heart shrine The pearls wherein your eyes were drowned. I know your heart, which overflows With outworn loves long cast aside, Still like a furnace flames and glows, And you within your breast enclose A damned soul's unbending pride; But till your dreams without release Reflect the leaping flames of hell; Till in a nightmare without cease You dream of poison to bring peace, And love cold steel and powder well; And tremble at each opened door, And feel for every man distrust, And shudder at the striking hour-- Till then you have not felt the power Of Irresistible Disgust. My queen, my slave, whose love is fear, When you awaken shuddering, Until that awful hour be here, You cannot say at midnight drear: "I am your equal, O my King!"
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