The Venal Muse [Muse Of My Heart, Lover Of Palaces]

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Title:     The Venal Muse [Muse Of My Heart, Lover Of Palaces]
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Muse of my heart, lover of palaces,
When January comes with wind and sleet,
During the snowy eve's long wearinesses,
Will there be fire to warm thy violet feet?

Wilt thou reanimate thy marble shoulders
In the moon-beams that through the window fly?
Or when thy purse dries up, thy palace moulders,
Reap the far star-gold of the vaulted sky?

For thou, to keep thy body to thy soul,
Must swing a censer, wear a holy stole,
And chaunt Te Deums with unbelief between.

Or, like a starving mountebank, expose
Thy beauty and thy tear-drowned smile to those
Who wait thy jeste to drive away thy spleen.

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Venal Muse [Muse Of My Heart, Lover Of Palaces]

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