Owls [Beneath the shades of sombre yews]

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Title:     Owls [Beneath the shades of sombre yews]
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Translator: Cyril Scott

Beneath the shades of sombre yews,
The silent owls sit ranged in rows,
Like ancient idols, strangely pose,
And darting fiery eyes, they muse.

Immovable, they sit and gaze,
Until the melancholy hour,
At which the darknesses devour
The faded sunset's slanting rays.

Their attitude, instructs the wise,
That he--within this world--who flies
From tumult and from merriment;

The man allured by a passing face,
For ever bears the chastisement
Of having wished to change his place.

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Owls

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