Charles Baudelaire,
Poems of Charles Baudelaire — The Remorse of the Dead
(1906)
“ Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie, (For the deep grave is aye the poet’s friend) During long nights when sleep is far from thee, Shall whisper : “Ah, thou didst not comprehend The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak”— And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek. ”
