HERE is the chamber consecrate, 
Wherein this maiden delicate, 
And enigmatically sedate, 
  
Fans herself while the moments creep, 
Upon her cushions half-asleep, 
And hears the fountains plash and weep. 
  
Dorothy's chamber undefiled. 
The winds and waters sing afar 
Their song of sighing strange and wild 
To lull to sleep the petted child. 
  
From head to foot with subtle care, 
Slaves have perfumed her delicate skin 
With odorous oils and benzoin. 
And flowers faint in a corner there. 

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Poet: Charles Baudelaire
Poem: BIEN LOIN D'ICI
Volume: The Poems and Prose Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1919
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