Flowers of Evil

<h3><SPAN name="The_Set_of_the_Romantic_Sun" id="The_Set_of_the_Romantic_Sun"></SPAN>The Set of the Romantic Sun</h3> <p class="margin-b"> How beauteous the sun as it rises supreme,<br/> Like an explosion that greets us from above,<br/> Oh, happy is he that can hail with love,<br/> Its decline, more glorious far, than a dream.<br/> <br/> I saw flower, furrow, and brook.... I recall<br/> How they swooned like a tremulous heart 'neath the sun,<br/> Let us haste to the sky-line, 'tis late, let us run,<br/> At least to catch one slanting ray ere it fall.<br/> <br/> But the god, who eludes me, I chase all in vain,<br/> The night, irresistible, plants its domain,<br/> Black mists and vague shivers of death it forbodes;<br/> <br/> While an odour of graves through the darkness spreads,<br/> And on the swamp's margin, my timid foot treads<br/> Upon slimy snails, and on unseen toads.<br/></p> <hr style="width: 35%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />