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SONNET OF AUTUMN

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Written by: Charles Baudelaire | Biography
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 THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: 
"Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" 
Be sweet, be still! My heart and soul despise 
All save that antique brute-like faith of thine; 

And will not bare the secret of their shame 
To thee whose hand soothes me to slumbers long, 
Nor their black legend write for thee in flame! 
Passion I hate, a spirit does me wrong.
Let us love gently.
Love, from his retreat, Ambushed and shadowy, bends his fatal bow, And I too well his ancient arrows know: Crime, horror, folly.
O pale marguerite, Thou art as I, a bright sun fallen low, O my so white, my so cold Marguerite.


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