The Harmony of Evening
The Harmony of Evening
Now comes the time when trembling on its stem
Each flower diffuses fragrance like a censer
Perfumes and sounds swirl in the evening air
Slow melancholy waltz and dizzy languor.
Each flower diffuses fragrance like a censer
The violin trembles like a grieving heart,
Slow melancholy waltz and dizzy languor!
The sky is spread like an altar of repose.
The violin trembles like a grieving heart,
A tender heart that hates the vast dark void!
The sky is spread like an altar of repose
The sun is drowned in its own thickening blood.
A tender heart that hates the vast dark void
Gathers each gleaming vestige of the past
The sun is drowned in its own thickening blood.
Your memory shines in me like a monstrance.
Autor(es): Charles Baudelaire, Susanna Wallumrød