Evening Harmony

Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867) · 1909

iambic hexameter · 16 lines · from The Flowers of Evil

The hour approacheth, when, as their stems incline,The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,And sounds and scents in the vesper breezes turn;A melancholy waltz--and a drowsiness divine.

The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine.A melancholy waltz--and a drowsiness divine,The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern.

The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine;Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern,The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine.

Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,Essay the wreaths of their faded Past to entwine,The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine,Thy thought within me glows like an incense urn.

Words in this poem

vesper n.
The evening star; Hesper; Venus, when seen after sunset; hence, the evening. [L., the evening, the evening star, the west; akin to Gr. west. Cf. Hesperian, Vespers.]
repine v. i.
To fail; to wane. [Pref. re- + pine to languish.]
chaos n.
An empty, immeasurable space; a yawning chasm. [L. chaos chaos (in senses 1 & 2), Gr. Chasm.]
entwine v. t.
To twine, twist, or wreathe together or round. [Pref. en- + twine. Cf. Intwine.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Evening Harmony is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Flowers of Evil, Project Gutenberg ebook #36098; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Charles Baudelaire, Evening Harmony, in The Flowers of Evil (1909), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36098, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/baudelaire-flowers-of-evil/evening-harmony.html, id L25418.

Form and metre

Evening Harmony is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic hexameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 77%).

See other poems in iambic hexameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBA inclineA · urnB · turnB · divineA
  2. 2 B-AB urnB · repine · divineA · sternB
  3. 3 --BA repine · etern · sternB · brineA
  4. 4 -AAB etern · entwineA · brineA · urnB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic hexameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The hour approacheth, when, as their stems incline,12·/˘˘/˘····˘/
The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,12·/˘˘/˘···˘/·
And sounds and scents in the vesper breezes turn;11······/˘/˘·
A melancholy waltz--and a drowsiness divine.13·/˘·˘···/˘˘˘/
The flowers evaporate like an incense urn,12·/˘˘/˘···˘/·
The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine.14·/˘/˘··/˘···˘/
A melancholy waltz--and a drowsiness divine,13·/˘·˘···/˘˘˘/
The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern.11······/˘˘··
The viol vibrates like the wailing of souls that repine;14·/˘/˘··/˘···˘/
Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,11·····/˘····
The skies like a mosque are beautiful and stern,11······/˘˘··
The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine.10·/········
Sweet souls that shrink from chaos vast and etern,11·····/˘····
Essay the wreaths of their faded Past to entwine,12˘/····/˘··˘/
The sunset drowns within its blood-red brine,10·/········
Thy thought within me glows like an incense urn.11········˘/·

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