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Within the shelter of black yews The owls in ranks are ranged apart Like foreign gods, whose eyeballs dart Red fire. They meditate and muse.
Without a stir they will remain Till, in its melancholy hour, Thrusting the level sun from power, The shade establishes its reign.
Their attitude instructs the sage, Content with what is near at hand, To shun all motion, strife, and rage.
Men, crazed with shadows that they chase, Bear, as a punishment, the brand Of having wished to change their place.
- Charles Baudelaire
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Within the shelter of black yews
The owls in ranks are ranged apart
Like foreign gods, whose eyeballs dart
Red fire. They meditate and muse.
Without a stir they will remain
Till, in its melancholy hour,
Thrusting the level sun from power,
The shade establishes its reign.
Their attitude instructs the sage,
Content with what is near at hand,
To shun all motion, strife, and rage.
Men, crazed with shadows that they chase,
Bear, as a punishment, the brand
Of having wished to change their place.
- Charles Baudelaire