AUTUMN SONG

by: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

      I
      hortly we will plunge within the frigid gloom,
      Farewell swift summer brightness; all too short--
      I hear already sounding with a death-like boom
      The wood that falls upon the pavement of the court.

      The whole of winter enters in my Being--pain,
      Hate, honor, labour hard and forced--and dread,
      And like the northern sun upon its polar plane
      My heart will soon be but a stone, iced and red.

      I listen trembling unto every log that falls,
      The scaffold, which they build, has not a duller sound,
      My spirits waver, like the trembling tower walls
      That shake--with every echoing blow the builders pound.

      Meeseemeth--as to these monotonous blows I sway,
      They nail for one a coffin lid, or sound a knell--
      For whom? Autumn now--and summer yesterday!
      This strange mysterious noise betokens a farewell.
      II
      I love within your oblong eyes the verdant rays,
      My sweet! but bitter everything to-day meseems:
      And nought--your love, the boudoir, nor the flickering blaze,
      Can replace the sun that o'er the screen streams.

      And yet bemother and caress me, tender heart!
      Even me the thankless and the worthless one;
      Beloved or sister--unto me the sweets impart
      Of a glorious autumn or a sinking sun.

      Ephemeral task! the beckoning the beckoning empty tomb is set!
      Oh grant me--as upon your knees my head I lay,
      (Because the white and torrid summer I regret),
      To taste the parted season's mild and amber ray.

"Autumn Song" is reprinted from The Flowers of Evil. Charles Baudelaire. London: Elkin Mathews, 1909.

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