Excerpt from Poems and Baudelaire Flowers The rapture is over, The passion for pressure is spent, And, lover by lover, We lie in a languid content; Still warmed by our flame's afterglow We Speak not, but take One soft kiss now and then just to show That we still are awake. In the weak wind the curtain Stirs faintly, the light of the fire Flickers pale and uncertain Like the last of our sated desire; Here as our souls sink and fall Into cavernous sleep, DO you think, as I think, of it all, What we lose, What we keep? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.