LE REVENANT

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by Charles Baudelaire, translated to English by John Collings Squire

Like the mild-eyed angels sweet
I will come to thy retreat,
Stealing in without a sound
When the shades of night close round.

I will give thee manifold
Kisses soft and moony-cold,
Gliding, sliding o’er thee like
A serpent crawling round a dike.

When the livid morn creeps on
You will wake and find me gone
Till the evening come again.

As by tenderness and ruth
Others rule thy life and youth,
I by terror choose to reign.

 
Blossoms of Evil (1857)
by Charles Baudelaire - Translated by John Collings Squire

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