Here you will find the Poem The End of the Day of poet Charles Baudelaire
In all its raucous impudence Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light, With little cause or consequence; And when, with darkling skies, the night Casts over all its sensuous balm, Quells hunger's pangs and, in like wise, Quells shame beneath its pall of calm, "Aha, at last!" the Poet sighs. "My mind, my bones, yearn, clamoring For sweet repose unburdening. Heart full of dire, funeral thought, I will lie out; your folds will cling About me: veils of shadow wrought, O darkness, cool and comforting!"