The Spiritual Dawn

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Title:     The Spiritual Dawn
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Translator: Cyril Scott

When the morning white and rosy breaks,
With the gnawing Ideal, upon the debauchee,
By the power of a strange decree,
Within the sotted beast an Angel wakes.

The mental Heaven's inaccessible blue,
For wearied mortals that still dream and mourn,
Expands and sinks; towards the chasm drawn.
Thus, cherished goddess, Being pure and true--

Upon the rests of foolish orgy-nights
Thine image, more sublime, more pink, more clear,
Before my staring eyes is ever there.

The sun has darkened all the candle lights;
And thus thy spectre like the immortal sun,
Is ever victorious--thou resplendent one!

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Spiritual Dawn

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