The sun in crepe has muffled up his fire. <br />Moon of my life! Half shade yourself like him. <br />Slumber or smoke. Be silent and be dim, <br />And in the gulf of ennui plunge entire; <br /> <br />I love you thus! However, if you like, <br />Like some bright star from its eclipse emerging, <br />To flaunt with Folly where the crowds are surging -- <br />Flash, lovely dagger, from your sheath and strike! <br /> <br />Light up your eyes from chandeliers of glass! <br />Light up the lustful looks of louts that pass! <br />Morbid or petulant, I thrill before you. <br /> <br />Be what you will, black night or crimson dawn; <br />No fibre of my body tautly drawn, <br />But cries: "Beloved demon, I adore you!"<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-possessed/
