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 O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep 
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; 
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep 
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom; 

And when the stone upon thy trembling breast, 
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace, 
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest, 
And holds those feet from their adventurous race; 

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie, 
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend) 
During long nights when sleep is far from thee, 

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend 
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"-- 
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.

by Charles Baudelaire
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